Dear ----,
Let's start with the same question you asked me only nights before: What do you want from me? What is it?! Tell me! I feel like your puppet, the strings dangling from your fingers pulling the hooks piercing my heart. You pull with your left hand, you pull with your right, pulling me every which direction... WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT WITH ME?! WHAT?! You tell me that you only have so much to offer me, then turn around and promise me the world! Which one is it? Do I have all of you or just part?! Don't play these fucking games with me! Drag out the game time and you may end up the loser with no friend at all. I'm sick... mentally and physically... there's nothing left here for you to take... you have it ALL! YOU TOOK IT LIKE CANDY FROM A FUCKING BABY! ARE YOU HAPPY?! You're killing me... silently... slowly... Be merciful here... Slit my throat and leave me for dead or bandage these wounds and help me heal. My heart's on the damned floor... Step on it or pick it up... What ever the hell you decide, please, just let me know... You have all I can offer, it's all on the table, there's nothing more. Please, tell me... What do you want from me?
From,
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