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You You never cared about who I was or what I feared. You only thought about that which you had bought with flowers delivered to the salon while I was having my nails done. The minutes you spent giving me the things you believed would secure me for yourself, and then you would leave, spending as many days telling others how good you were to me, and that I didn't appreciate the sacrifices you made to keep me happy, and you refused to see how you were killing me slowly inside. |
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