Sometimes I feel so small. You hurt. Because of something I did. I pushed her into your arms and then, when I took her from you, I hurt you...Your name from her lips used to break my heart. So you're in love with my girlfriend. By her loving me, you hurt. She loves me because I wouldn't let her go. She hurts because you hurt and I hurt because she hurts. What kind of sick mind fuck are we entangled in now? Thank you for refusing to act upon it. But for thinking, even for a moment, that you could ruin this for us...well...I'd say that you're delusional. I'm sorry, but you will have other loves, better loves, stronger loves. She. Is. Mine. And if that sounds possesive...it is. Don't worry...I still think you're amusing... :]
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