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Beating myself up

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Is there something wrong with you?

Here we are again, back at square fucking one.

All because poor little cameron can’t seem to control his feelings.

Pathetic.

Do you have a few loose screws?

You literally choose to love people who just don’t care.

And when you cry at night, does it feel good?

Relapse, do you think you should?

Because as far as I can tell,

You’re going to fail.

So grab ahold of all sails,

It’s going to be a bumpy ride.

What have you done?

You disgrace to everything in your name,

You loser.

Why would you choose her, did you actually think for a second that it was all true?

No, you just wanted it because she said “I love you.”

Why do you do this to yourself?

You know it’s painful for the both of us.

That’s right.

Shake.

Break down, give up.

You were always meant to fail. 

Who are you kidding, you don’t prevail.

You’re a complete laughing stock,

A loser,

An idiot.

And if you thought for a second that I was gone, your inner demon, 

You were wrong.

c.b.

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