Into a thousand pieces.
I could scream at you.
Tell you all the things you did wrong.
I could slap you and punch you.
Until it hurts you and not me.
I could tell everyone your secret.
Embarress you in front of all you friends.
I could hate you.
Hate you until my face turns red.
You pick. Your wish is my command. (Apparently, I only live to serve you).
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