The heart is aching.
The mind is out.
The soul is stolen.
I'm ready to cry.
Vexation, agitation, disappointment, hatred...
You caused me to feel so.
I don't want it.
Numb.
Thank you so much for treating me like this.
I believe I don't deserve this.
Time to say goodbye.
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