Why do you have to hurt me like that? I cried and cried and I couldn't stop. I did nothing wrong, so why the hell do you have to cut me deep, deep inside? You think about yourself, and only yourself. I thought I could entrust you with my heart but in the end, look what happened to me. I regretted, I admit. And only because of you, I have to. Enough said about you.
I got a cut on my finger. Because of the stand, since I wasn't paying that much attention. And well, it hurt but not as much as my heart.
Every bad thing happened to me. I accidentally poured ink on my sister's book and while I was trying to reach the door, I tripped and my knee hit a brick. It hurts.
-Why?
Gyenice.
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