You can feel ti, can't you?
You do feel the pain, the misery.. the suffering.. you feel it all.
And you love it.
I feel like I'm your pet. I wonder how many girls have you lied like you lied at me.
I don't care if they say me I was different. I don't care if you say it to me.
I know it's just another lie.
Bah, stop messing around.
I wonder if you will read this. If you do, notice it to me.
Yours,
Lisbeth.

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