I can't love you because you are unfaithful. You don't love me enough to have me every day. Also, you place condiments on me as if I am not good enough for you alone. In fact yesterday I saw you eating a hamburger. If you truly loved me you wouldn't eat a hamburger. I wish you would die, because then you would not be able to hurt me the way you did when you ate that hamburger.
ps.
Chicken sandwich
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