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Hate Of My Life.



I have made too many sacrifices to care as much as I fucking do now. It’s time for me to just be angry again and walk away. Maybe then you’ll realize there is something of value that remains.  I’ll see you in another decade or so, that’s the difference between us, I’ve always known what I’m capable of, and my value. And they are both great and terrible things. 


But I’m fine going down this road solo, you aren’t the only one along my path. You’re just the most constant one. That isn’t always a positive. For the most part you’ve been an enemy and hated. That little bit of innocence that Ioves you still can be easily eroded. You’ve been the hate of my life for longer than I can remember. Those days can easily return.


No fucks given remember. I’m fine on my own. I always have been, it just would have been nice to eventually fall into your pipe dream. But in the natural order of things anger and hate us better for both of us. It makes us stronger. 


It’s just too bad that I have moved on from hating anyone. There is no fight left in me. I put my sword down and have never regretted putting down that weapon. I found peace. But I can always turn dark again. But You’re not worthy of me fighting ever again. You weren’t worthy of being my true enemy in the first place.


Because you are not, and never were. You fail to realize that. You were just a pawn in a larger game and agenda against me. But you’re welcome to the title now. Because clearly I’m the hate of you’re life. If you can’t have me no one else will, that’s understood. All you’re illusions too. But here’s the thing I don’t need a partner to fucking have peace. I have myself.


And I have you, the hate of my life. If only that was even remotely true, but I’ll let you believe that if it brings you comfort.


Everything I do is wrong. I’ll always be you’re Favourite victim until one of us is gone. But that’s the reality of the world we live in. Maybe some other parallel reality where you’re not fucked we are dating and happy, or maybe even with others but that’s not the reality I live in. And I know you don’t even live in this one. I lived inside your head long enough to understand that. I can’t deal with your mind space anymore. I have my own to deal with. 

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