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You schooled me well in
calculated evil. There you sit, cheshire smile on your face- Expecting me to embrace, and rejoice in the fallen angel I've become. How repulsively amusing it must be for you to walk blissfully away, return to your self-made fantasy life, knowing damn well I'll have to use those very implements of deceit and tools of self-torture to tread water in my puddle of remorse. You delightfully abandon me to continue the sickening facade. I hope you choke on your laughter while you watch me frantically try to prevent myself from looking like the devil, when it is YOU who committed the sin.
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