I hate you. I don't know why do I hate you. But I know one thing. I hate you.
Baby, let it go. We're off. It is off.
Yeah. Since when?
A year ago?
Oh sure. The day you had a date with a rapist?
It's my therapist. MY THERAPHIST! For fuck sake! I need to see a therapist to safe my life from your DOWNFALL! But thanks to YOU! I found my self a person who would take cares of me. LET ME GO. Its sad if threw your hatred at me. But you know what? I don't fucking care. You can hate me in any form you'd like. Because I know its not me. The problem is YOU.
SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!
Or what?! OR WHAT!
Oh.fuck. (Gun's blast)
(Another shot gun)
H.h.h.....(Muttering words from a blood chocked lungs) I..love..you...(Paused)..Not.
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