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| As it stands, I can't bear the sight, sound, or mere presence of you. It makes me very angry and I usually feel like shit the entire time. | |
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| If someone asked me to, I could make a map of you and your wino boyfriends make out spots during passing periods, all conveniently located in my walking path. | |
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| You still cause me anxiety, anxiety that was going away until you started this conversation right now. I never want to see you again. EVER. | |
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