I know I lead you on from the moment I found out you liked me. I toyed with your feelings, and made you feel special. I made you think I liked you, when I was falling for someone you're close with. I flirted with you, I told you how much I loved you and how much I wanted to be with you. I told you how fucking much you meant to me, but all those words were all fucking empty. I never cared about you and probably never will, but I still love you as one of my best friends, even if you do fucking hate me. I still remember when I broke up with you, and I couldn't even give you a reason. Because my reason was that I was in love with your fucking best friend. I used you to get close to him, and I broke you in the process. I remember how much pain was behind those fucking messages, and I still can't forgive myself. But I don't regret what I did, because leading people on is what I fucking do best and you were my newest target.
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Tireless
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