That was low. Really low. You didn't think about it, even. Just floated away like a half-melted snowflake.
You can be happy. But I'll never be happy for you.
No. I refuse. I'll be childish and stupid, and not look in your direction any more. Never hear anything you tell me. Perhaps it will change by tomorrow.
But why do you like to torture me so much
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