How far will you take it?

Why is it that I continually cry my self to sleep? I find your jokes painful and crushing. You call those insults jokes, how about you direct them towards your self! How would you feel if this was a continual thing! Day in and day out, night and day, morning to dawn. You just can't get enough can you I'm done with your shit now is when I step up and still get put down!

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