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Wednesday, June 7, 2017
I don't hate you, I pity you
You cheated and then lied over and over. You refused to earn my trust back, but still blame me for leaving. When you grow up you're going to be sad and lonely. I don't hate you, but I think you're pathetic.
I'm going to Michelle Obama this shit and go high, because you're about as low as it gets. —Success is my revenge
