or maybe it's me, my weakness, my hatred for confrontation. i let you patronize me; i tried to forget and let it go, and what i get in return is condescension. you do know how to crush with carefully selected words, arranged neatly to underline your moral superiority.
things will really never be the same again. you came like a hurricane. go ahead, take it, it's all yours. enjoy. but spare me the act.
no wonder i don't trust women.
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