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I was the paper crane that you made. What once kept your interest. You thought that I was beautiful, a work of art. But now you've disposed me like all the other crap that's useless to you now. Asshole.

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enfant-de-lune

Published: Jun 15, 2015
LinesWords: 639

Tags: #ex #anger #hate #breakups #fuckyou #assholes #relationshipssuck #gofuckyourself

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