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or why i had a chance all i was, was a trick to him he was ashamed of me. he deind whatever we did to everyone told his friends i had no chance and i should stop trying to "be with him" but told me "he really liked me". why must he lie to me? what did i do to him? the way he.... wishpered sweet nothings to me played with my hair touched my leg held my hand his lips touched mine the way he CONVINCED me he liked me and told me what what everyone said was a lie but it turned out he was the one who was lying but i must admit he was good, b/c he got me he fooled me he made me cry and cry over and over he made me think i was pretty or had a chance with him all he wanted to do was to use me for his drunk amusment and he ended up hurting me then he put me back when he was sober and waited for another drunk night and the sad truth is like they say.... he could slit my thorat and with my last ounce of breath and energy id apoligzie for bleeding on his shirt I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH RIGHT NOW!
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