12 Questions to All Players from a Curious Victim

1. What do you get in return for cheating and breaking hearts?

2. Do you fake everything right from the beginning or you lose interest as time passes on?

3. Have you ever thought about the feelings of the person you cheated on?

4. Why do you always prey on the innocent hearts?

5. Do you think you can bear the pain if somebody you loved played with your feelings?

6. Have you ever wondered how beautiful our lives would be, if each one of us were devoted to our partners?

7. Why do choose to fool the loyal hearts when there are many other players like you out there?

8. How would you feel if your own brother or sister was deceived and left shattered?

9. Do you think you will realize someday; what you had been doing is a heartless act?

10. Don’t you think life is too short to play games with love and fake feelings?

11. How long are you going to keep doing this awful thing?

12. Don’t you think there is more to life than just being an asshole?

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