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I can be so mean when I wanna be, I am capable of really anything. I can cut you into pieces. When my heart is....broken. I always say how I don't need you. But it's always gonna come right back to this,

How did I become so obnoxious? What is it with you that makes me act like this? I've never been this nasty. Can't you tell that this is all just a contest? The one that wins will be the one that hits the hardest. But baby I don't mean it. I mean it, I promise.


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