I am sad, not because of what you have done, at least not anymore, but the way you show your pity face to the others.
Stop pushing me, you know I can fucking ruin you if I want. You know you are the one who has some dirty secrets which I am really really eager to show to everybody who is curious about it.
I cried tonight on the Ensemble Concert when I was dancing on the stage.
crying over my naiveness.
i have nothing to do with you, am i clear?
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