The other woman, they'd call me - but zero fucks for your labels. I hate that I can't bend you to my will. That's the real reason I hate myself. Because when creatures don't bend to my will, I throw them out of the window of my speeding car. Or chuck them in a dumpster with all the other things that lost their preciousness to me. And I cannot reconcile the fate I should leave you to with the fate I want to bestow upon you.
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