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So you're starting to cry, you actually think I care for each tear you shed, or each blood is lost. How much do you know me; to actually think I care for you. The times we had, the times I wasted. What the fuck did any of our shit mean. You think I listened? or had a bit of concern? What happened in your past, the unmentionable the worst. It's been done, who cares... So who made me the one for you to trust and need. Fuck You, you didn't do shit for me. You were never here. All you ever did was think of you. I don't need to hear your shit and I ain't going to. This isn't done, cause there wasn't a start. Bitch it's the last time, Cry much? never again.