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She just left.
I want her to cry.
I want her to break.
I want her to shiver.
I want her to scream.
I want her to think of me every damn day
I want her to think of me when she picks up a paint brush.
I want her to think of me when she looks at a monkey.
I want her to think of me every time she comperes.
I want her to think of me when she listens to my favourite songs.
I want her to think of me when she laughs.
I want her to suffer like me.
I want her to regret what she’s done.
I want her to know what she’s missing.
I want her to talk about me every day that people get tired of it and scream at her.
I want her to know that I would’ve never hurt her the way she hurts me.
I want her to think that it’s all her fault.
I want her to think that I’m the best friend she would ever get.
I want her to cry herself to sleep and when she manages to sleep I want her to dream about me.
I want her to know that I will always love her.
This may make me a bad person, but at least it'll make me an honest one.
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