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I used to write for you.  When you said it "just didn't make sense," and that you "didn't bother to read the first part," well that stung baby.  But maybe now I'm free. 
Now I can write all the dark things I've been thinking, it will probably be months before you read them.  By then I will be ready for the fight, ready for you to mope and misinterpret and get angry.  All the reasons I stopped writing in the first place. 
Now if I start killing off brown eyed boys you won't notice.  Go back to your game darling,
I'm writing again.