You can’t tell me what to do.
You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to do.
That’s the way it is.
Either you accept that or you leave.
I told you before all of this began who I was.
And I thought you accepted that.
Now you’ll have to make a choice.
Either you accept me for who I am and that you cannot change me.
Or make me do what you want.
Or you leave.
Make a choice.
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Categories: flash fiction