it's all very tricky, see? because, many things were said. many things were done. many things were done and then never talked about. do you see where i'm going with this at all? one would find themselves between a rock and a hard place if they were to take a walk in my ballet slips right about now. and despite all of that, i would love nothing more than to see him slagging a broken jaw courtesy of none other than yours truly. so, what's a doll to do? what to do...what to do...
there is nothing to do. and so, i will leave it at that. i cannot express how, fuck all, how fucking crazy it gets me that he's doing this. say one thing - do another. another notch. another day. another kat. it's not important. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10.
"...now do i bid you -i don't even think it's necessary to stress how important that is to me right now. baby, he needs to lose me because if he doesn't - surely only trouble will be coming his way.
lose me and find yourselves;
and only when ye have all denied me,
will i return unto you..."
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