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hands, and pushed him away, making him fall on the hard floor, but I don't care, I don't fucking care h

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t want the floor to be stained with his damn blood, so I looked at his damn face, and watch as his eyes shook, but this time it wasn't covered

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K IN FRONT OF ME, and it was enough, so enough to make me realize again, that I had really made like the most biggest mistake ever by touching that book of his, cause it was personal, and a sneak peak of what was c

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m always sheltering his wounded self, and making everyone hate him, when those maggots were the ones that were at the wrong, Damnit, I fucking hated it so mu

, I watch as his dull eyes glistered actually tears, and I thought to myself was he finally letting himself become weak in front of me, his suppose enemy?, but he immediately proved my words wrong, and didn't let any single drop leave his blue eyes, and again, I hated

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filled with agony, but I don't stop even if he kills me right

like shit, and

face twisted into pure rage,

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ll, and there was no where to run, I was trapped, completely awfully trapped, but my lips don't remain shut, no...., I don't stop tal

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ll looked at him in the eyes when I said it to him. Why I was crying as if it was my own shit and as if he

to prevent himself from punching my teary broken red face, but here I was, still crying like

e fucking right to put your

if he cared, even in the slightest, I would have being spared, but to him?, to him I w

, causing you are wasting your p

ing, but a voice told me that it was still an act he was trying to pull off, an idiot act that he was use to telling others, an idiot act that made me an idiot, and a psychopath, a pure foolish one

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thing I don't quite understand if it was pity or not, but who was he to care about my

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e any drastic decision now that I wasn't sure if he was in his sense, cause I would never be able to forgive myself, so I rushed to him as fast as I could, and literally hugged his back to stop him, even though I don't know why I was so scared if he

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out at me again, but it always felt so worst every single time, and I hated it so

to warn you to stay on your own lane, but still you wouldn't listen and literall

w and glares at me, it was

est of them, always making my al

himself from punching my face, even though I don't know why, but I deserved i

was fed up, but he didn't read my m

if you ever think for once that I would ever forgive you for t

t me alone in the dark room at last, like he had wanted t

ss he was far to ruined to do that, but...but why does his wor

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