What's the point? I mean, why do I put myself through this? I watched you break my heart and throw the pieces on the floor. And then I picked them up and handed them right back to you. I think that makes me stupid. I mean, seriously, I actually trusted you. And even when you disappointed me, I gave you another chance. That must make me the most foolish person in the world. Or maybe that just means I love you more than I actually love myself...
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