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it didn't have to be an issue.
hell, it didn't have to be anything.

you fucking know that.

how dare you make me feel guilty for something
that i should not have to feel anything about.

how fucking dare you.

and how fucking dare i fall for your shit
and have sex with you only to be told AFTER THE FACT
that "we can't do this anymore".

DO WHAT ANYMORE?
HAVE COMPLETELY NO-STRINGS-ATTACHED SEX
TO MAKE US BOTH FEEL BETTER ABOUT OUR SHITTY LIVES?
DO WHAT ANYMORE?

i fucking cannot believe i fell for your fucking shit.
i fucking cannot believe i fell for your fucking shit,
again.