She mistook me for...someone else. She loved him...and I believe that he loved her long ago before...all of this. Foolishly, he chose duty above all and died for it.
I did things in this lifetime and it all turned to shit.... No wonder I am old and bitter. The wine no longer tastes sweet. It's bitter and dust in my hands. The youth that was sacrificed for the greater good? What did I get from it? A lifetime of pain?
When the sum of all of my parts is laid bare, what will my epitaph be and why will I not care? I am not growing older. I am colder.
Those that have one sided relationships with me where I am only there when they need to be there to listen or to be a helping hand... Are about to fucking realize that there is no one there anymore. I'm done caring.
I am done with anyone that treats me as a disposable part of their fucking lives. I don't need that shit and I refuse to acknowledge it as part of my life anymore.
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