
That's it.
It's final.
I'm done.
I'm over it.
I'm SO over it.
You passed, it's Your loss.
You'll regret it, and I'll be better off.
Revenge is sweet. Delicious.
You're so vain. It's hilarious.
You think that everything is about You.
Has your touch.
You're wrong. SO wrong.
This is bigger.
This is better.
This is deeper.
This is for ME.
But that's a concept that's foreign to you.
Because your head is so far up your ass, you can't even comprehend it.
Arrivederci broken nice girl
Bonjour Femme fatale.




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