Sometimes I hate you. Often I hate your attitudes. You are never interested for what happens to me or what I sit(feel), I do not mean anything for you or at least it seems. If it is important for you to entertain you PLAYING a game that you prune to play at all time .. instead of helping myself because I can neither breathe nor walk and need your help only it imports yours for you. It's is always you you you. always when i need you more. And you use the superficial thing to hide it, to try to have reason. But at the bottom you make grow the material thing and die the important thing. The day that you see that already I cannot walk or it is difficult to me to make you things you go to realizing and I hope that you repent and know that YOU are the culprit of all that. Thank you very much (hate you mother fucker)
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