I'm sad. But I'm not sad because I failed something. I know I didn't. I'm not sad because I asked for something and it wasn't given to me. I'm not sad because the candies I've been saving for later are over. I'm sad because I'm angry, I'm angry because I'm crying, I'm crying because you had the choice to stay and you chose to leave. You left with no reason, you left without saying goodbye, you left just by leaving.
You chose to leave because you are a coward and you were afraid of facing me. But now it's on you. And let me tell you, I never expected for cowardice to suit you so well.
-ccpandora
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