End
This is the end; I’m so done with you, all of you.
The cheaters, the liars, the beaters, the manipulators, the leavers.
I’m done with you.
I hate you all.
I’m moving on to something better, something worthwhile.
I’m taking care of me, so watch me walk away.
I’m done, I hate men.
The End.
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