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WHAT THE FUCKING FUCK. the fact that you keep coming back saying the same old shit amazes me. you didn't say what you wanted to, i could tell, but i don't really give a shit anymore. we both know you fucked up, and i'm so glad i can finally say no. last time was the last chance i was going to give you, you even knew that. and still, nothing changed. i don't know what happened tonight, and yeah, a small part of me is worried, but i can't get trapped again. i'm there every single time you call and tell me you fucked up again and that you're sorry. but it's too late now. it's a shame, but whatever, i'm not letting you do whatever the fuck you want and keep breaking my heart.