Does this lie tear your conscience into streaks of blood?
It didn't matter how good that song is, I just scrolled past it. Yours is like the God who is no more here to me. And I could not bear to hear it.
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Maturity got to me, finally. OMFG-Finally-A-Decent-Copywriter, are you proud of me? I had a choice to make, and I said, "Please don't wait up for me. You deserve so much more than a broken hand-me-down."
You wouldn't be mad at him anymore, would you? I am still on this side.
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