I still think of you. But the tears couldn't fall anymore. That can mean the vixen has roused and ready to take revenge. That can also mean apathy, coldness, tiredness. All of the above, I guess.
You caused them, haven't you known yet? Did you even have the slightest idea how much pain you brought me?
As for apathy, coldness, tiredness, don't worry. They're only for you. I won't be apathetic about life or even love in general. I had my share of indiscretion and I learn from it. I take responsibilty for it. But to you, for you, with you...I can only be doubtful, unfeeling and just plain sick. You make me sick. You make me puke. All the deception that you are. All the sweet, pretty, enticing lies that you are. All the surgar-coated words that you are. All the fucking lust that you are.
As for revenge, I can very well do the craziest things you would never imagine that I could do, just to get even. You've never really known me, my dear. Had you known me, you could have thought twice before making up all those stupid lies.
But right now, I have to admit I am not decided yet, what to do. Just give me a while to lick on my wounds.
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