People will start appreciate if I die.
It's too late.
I don't need your f#cking tears that only cry during my death day.
It's all fake.
Why aren't you there when I really need you?
Where did you go?
You let this f#cking emptiness eat me.
You didn't help me.
You said I'm bad, while you were the f#cking worst. Because you let me die slowly while I'm reaching for help from you.
F####ck you.
I hate you.Too much 'fu*king' from me ?
Well.
You deserve it.
But, that's not enough yet, b#tch.
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