Split

Hello, my love.


I've missed you.


What did I do?


Are you mad at me?


You always do this!


You can't do anything right!


I love you.


I hate you.


You fucked up.


I can't do this.


Hug me.


We're done.


I'm sorry.


Why do you want to dwell?


You never let anything go!


You just want to punish me!


I love you.


You are nothing to me.


I miss you.


Don't you want me?


I need you.


I love you.


I never loved you.


I'm done with you.


What do you want for lunch?

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