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I want you to know that i think of you.
whenever i can, i do.
but its not about you.
in a sick, twisted, dry eye way, its about me.
i ponder on whether i have done something right.
whether i made the right choices.
i use you as my scapegoat, you are my jew.
i dictate what, when, where, and how you do what you don't do.
i twist your body, i mold your mind.
i just want to make me happy.
i can make someone happy, can you.
i guess you have proven your worth.
maybe i just don't want anyone else to know your value.
unless they know you have no value.
i've exploited you to my fullest extent.
look how happy i've made myself.
are you lying, am i faking.
why can't i read my mind, why can't you?





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