He heard that you're back to the same shit.
He knew you would never quit.
He hate's hearing what you're doing.
He hate's the shit you've been pulling.
He wants to lock himself up and cry.
He says you make him want to die.
He doesn't even want to think of you.
He says that's the last thing he wants to do.
He told me he would have loved you forever.
He said you bought him his favorite sweater.
He said he doesn't give a fuck.
He told me to tell you, "GOOD LUCK."
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