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F*** You


Emotions are not toys to be played with, emotions are not things to lie about, 

people aren't something to hold delicately one day then destroy the next, 

and once you have destroyed them you can't expect them to come crawling back.

Yet you do. You need help you don't want, i tried to help but you yelled and now you 

want be back? No. I am not a toy, but I am to you. Why? Is it fun? I suppose it is for you.

Many let go of their toys as time passes, but some don't. You don't. Why are you

obsessed with me? Why do you pretend to be someone you're not!? 

 

If I'm a toy is life the game?

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