Am I an idiot or what.
Lies lies lies. I had enough. I trusted implicitly betrayed my trust. Don't ever expect me to believe you again, no. I'd want to stuff a potato inside your mouth can. You can't hide for life. And getting emo isn't a way to solve matters alright. Get this clear, you. Let me wash your mind, if not.
Well, I'm fed up mainly because I feel so much cheated. Don't take me as a spare tyre. You're a thoughtless spastic liar.
PRETENCE. Eeyyeerrr, suddenly find you a Pinocchio.
Grwww, I sound mean. And yes, sad. Your fault.
Bye to you.
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