Why do you even care? You ask so many questions but the truth is I don't know the answer. You keep saying that it's because I don't trust you, and at some point I no longer want to. I wish I could scream and yell in your stupid face, I wish I had the courage to punch you in the stomach, or to fight you at all. For some reason I keep coming back to tell you what's going on how I need you. I wish I didn't. After a while I'm just tired and when there is nothing left but pain, rage, and anger are we worth it? Stop fucking asking me I dont have your answers.
The one who is sick of us.
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