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dear michael,

it's not fair.
it isn't fair that you get to fuck all the girls you want and screw them over like you did me. it isn't fair that you get to move on and forget about me completely. so go ahead rip my fucking heart out. show me what love's all about. i'm  thinking of ways to kill myself while you're off taking advantage of another poor girl in a drunken state. you didn't even hurt me, you goddamn destroyed me. left me in pieces expecting me to pick them all up, but guess what? i'll always end up putting them back in your hand just for you to demolish them again and intend to do it again and again and again - loving you was like suicide

j

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