What happens to us without the war? Maybe we mistook the love we still have for each other for the rage that we still have... there's no question that whatever the fuck we are it's passionate, but I pretended to hate you for so long that once again you give me serious reason to, I'm having trouble finding the way... all that remains is buitterness and hollow inside. I have nothing. That's what you have given me. And now I am hollow and empty with nothing left to give to you, the is my mountain, this is my palace... it's crumbling.....
But I'm used to it... this is status quo, standing operating practice, I get a little ahead and fate or you stomp me down... I can't be controlled so something happens and I lose everything agian,
And you wonder why I'm hyper-vigilant?
I can't and won't live in you're fairy tale world because you constantly fucking betray me anyways... and it's better off just to have a thick fucking skin and expect it. That's who the fuck I am. The guy who moves on. You want to fucking forget me. It's done. I'm gone.
I won't even bother you when I make my next decision in the coming years. You had you're chance you fucking blew it. I am fucking completely done. You're shit last week to fuck with me... then you throw it in my face.
I should be angry, I should want revenge... you already expect me to be violent and move against you. I won't. I never have. All I want is peace.
With or without you in my life. And the better choice right now is without.
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