Why am I not allowed to feel the emotions that I do?
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Dear Degenerate,
I hate that we share blood. Yours must have been poisoned for you to turn out as rancid as you are. Maybe poisoned isn't the correct term considering you've always been awful.
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Dear Degenerate,
You stabbed me, yet you cry about my blood on your hand,
And the way you cut yourself, and how your white dress is stained.
You lie, swear that I'm the one who tried to hurt you, and started it all,
You commit these horrors, spin the story, and yet again, I am blamed.
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