I miss you and if you ever cared you would be here.
But you're not, so you didn't.
I was just a chore to you, I get that now. Poor little depressed girl, have to do something so she doesn't kill herself. Urgh. I'm alone. I understand that now and I don't want anything more from you. Once I'd left I should've known you would forget as quickly as possible.
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