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Now hang me up to dry. You've rung me out, too, too, too many times.

Yes. That quote describes my life. I'm tired of you shitting me over. Treat me right.

HE'S NOT IN CONTROL OVER ME ANYMORE.
HE PM'S ME, TELLING ME TO KILL MYSELF.
BUT I WONT!!
IT FEELS SO GREAT, TO HAVE THAT ******** OUT OF MY LIFE.
I want to shout it to the world!!
He can't control me like he used to!
He can have his girlfriend, that he treats like s**t on the sidelines!
I feel bad for her, she's such a great girl!
She's my friend now.
And she'll realized that she doesn't need him.
She's a beautiful dove, she used to have a broken wing, she thinks without the splint she can't fly. But her wing has healed. The splint is just bending her wing out of shape now. And in the end, only the two doves will fly away.
And we'll throw that splint to soak in the rain.