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You're just like him. You go through the motions, make me fall for it again, then break my heart into a thousand pieces. Just because you can. Maybe it's me. Maybe I did something to make you hate me. I don't know you anymore. How can you say you love me so much and hurt me so badly in the same sentence. You have a funny nack of kicking me when I'm down, and only making me happy after I've done something nice for you first. Tell me, what's the point? If you're going to go, then go. Don't leave me hanging on like this.