He left me to wither in sadness,
But he made her bloom with love.
Late night confessions are the worst.
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It's okay.
Trash talk me.
Forget about me.
Regret falling for me.
Call me a witch.
Do whatever.
Say whatever.
It's okay.
I can take the hit.
You just proved that you can't handle me.
I have warned you but you insisted.
Now you have tasted my evil spell.
Don't tell me I did not warn you.
Remember, you insisted.
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