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I hate thinking about you all the god damn time.

I am beginning to lose myself because of you,
well I already have.

You stole a piece of my Jane, and you didn't give it back.

It's my fault, I was the one who offered my heart.

And you were the one who shattered it.

Stomped on it, stabbed it, kicked it, and left it bleeding and broken.

I want to scream, I want to yell,

I'm losing my fucking mind because of you.

I used to like it Jane the way you always were consuming my thoughts,

But now I feel something else.

It's not love it's maddening.

I feel anger. White hot fury.

I don't know what's coming over me, but I can't stop my fists from curling up and my heart racing.

What did I do Jane? What did I do to make you do this to me?

At least give me an explanation instead of breaking my heart and fucking leaving!

As I walked down an unfamiliar street, my breathing fast and my walk rapid, I spot a familiar figure.

It was you.

You were stumbling out of the bar, like you have so many times before.

This time ,though, it was worse. Your legs crossed each other oddly making you fall to the ground. A bottle of vodka secured in your hands.

Parker, you gasped.

I should help you Jane,

but in this moment of anger my mind was out of whack.

I've helped you so many times Jane, and you've never helped me.

So in my state of mind, my feelings taking control,

I turned my back. I ran as fast as I could, and left your limp body on the ground behind me.

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