Remember when I said I don't care? Maybe I lied. I still do, a little bit. But I want to hate you. I want to curse your name, whisper eulogies in the dark, close my eyes and drift. I want to think nothing of you, yet here we are again.
I had believed in fate. I had believed that things happen because they do.
Why do you have to say things that aren't true?
I had believed in fate. I had believed that things happen because they do.
Why do you have to say things that aren't true?
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