don't be confused.
i still hate you.
i want to break you like you broke me. i want to tear you bit by bit like you did to me. i want you to feel what i felt. but i can't. i can't and i won't. i'm not that sort of person. though you change my outlook on things, you never changed who i was. i don't need to get dirty to get my satisfaction.
the way i get my satisfaction is if i show you i can live without you.
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Masked Up
Short Storyfeelings are natural, masking it up is man made. [~short story, no caps intentionally~]