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Never mind the high road.

Usually I'll be quick to rationalize a situation and assume responsibility for my own discomfort.


But you know what?


Fuck you.


You knew that I was stupid in love with you. You knew that this was true. The benefit of the doubt turned out to be an astounding loss.


And you kept fucking me. Sporadically and without ANY regard for my clitoris. Because you could. Because I let you. Because I didn't think I wanted anybody else. While I do feel like a little idiot, I do feel that you're a little monster.


 Though I didn't really say anything except for one time and then you assured me against my fear of being used.


But you shouldn't have. You should have been a man then and told me that your dick was keen on me but that you'd rather have a more well-connected broad with a bevy of networks and names to drop like the hot loads you dropped on me.

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