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We spoke less and less and I could see the overcast sky rolling in.

My friends started to see what I saw in you. They had the audacity to say it to my face, too.

Then you got a poor excuse for a girlfriend and suddenly we hardly ever spoke.

And that was the first time I ever felt angry for what you were doing. In fact I was utterly livid at how you couldn't see the pain you were inflicting on me every time you came around.

I started to like the feeling of loaded emotions burning in the pit of my stomach, so I let the heat grow and expand until I became fire. 

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