You make me want to puke.

Fuck you.

Your face makes sick.

Fuck you.

I don’t know how you have this hold on me.

When your name pops up, my stomach flips every which way.

When you’re brought up, I hold back tears.

i always wanted you but could never have you.

I hate your stinking guts.

 

Blah.

 

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