You could have predicted what happened next - I shouldn't listen to all that fairy-tale crap.

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You could have predicted what happened next - I shouldn't listen to all that fairy-tale crap.
You threw me away, I loved you to the point of distraction. More than anything, imagine that. We were so intimate I could puke.
I think I just stopped living. I thought, I'm not worth anything and my heart, it's still broke.
Humanness itself is sometimes pain.
This is what I wanted but somehow, I'm afraid I'm paralyzed by fear that I let myself believe love has won.
I will preserve this revenge for you, to aid the monster that possessed me.
I remember what happened after I lost my love, my life of dark winter without passion or depth fizzled out drifting me in black mood.
My veins of ice and such chilliness does not alarm me. I require to be alone.
Vengeance burned within me, and pursued the desire of my soul.
Passionate jealousy points us to brood in heartbreak.