Then you left, showed me truth.
And told me to get over it.
With that knowledge, I can become such a spiteful person.
Or become a mindless drone living day to day with no real care.
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What serial killers are made of.
The reason, I’ve become an alcoholic.
The reason. I hate, everything.
The reason i’ll die.