Why must you...?

(Part 1 from 1)

So, I see that you love her more than you could ever love me. I cut my wrists for you and yet you run back to her everytime. Well, this razor blade is covered in redrum because I can no longer hold anything in these bloodied fingers.
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Sure, you come back, only to get your lubricant to have more sex with her. You promised I would be yours forever. No matter what. But most guys lie to get into my skinny jeans but your just like my heroin. You come back only to put me in a lovestoned position.
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GET OUT! I scream but you know I never mean it. I continue to cut my wrists because mabey I will look attractive like she does.
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I didn't know you were into fat ugly whales but I guess your just a fettish. FUCK YOU DAVID I never needed you and I never will.
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I didn't mean that baby.Im just happy you came back...I love you. I will never let you go.
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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!? You cheat on me again with her. I will never take you back, but I always do. I cry in a corner and cut my wrists untill I see a red stain on the carpet. I take my razor blade to my neck and I know what I must do.
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Im dead and you dont morn. I knew you wouldnt. I left a curse with you... DIE DIE DIE my ghost cries at you. You don't listen do you?

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