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Text: Abacabb. Regression.

You selfish bitch, how could you
do this to me? You selfish bitch,
You will regret this. You have
left me to fend for myself in a
world I have never had to live
alone. You have left me to fend
for myself in a world I have never
had to let go. What has happen to
us? Is this just a long goodbye?
What will I become? What will this
make of me? This sickness has
engulfed me. My sanity is lost,
and my true identity is revealed.
Don't speak of our history. I
don't want anything to do with
you. You are fucking dead to me