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Pretend We’re Dead.




 


There was always something wrong with me. I accept that now.

But the difference between me and you is that I admit that I’m a monster and no it wasn’t you that made me. You just perfected me and took away any soul that I had left at the time.


You aren’t the only one in my life I am dead to. And not the only one that pretends I’m dead. That being said, I don’t need anyone in my life or out of its justification to have anything in my fucking life.


I have walked away from everyone on my life before and there are times that I regret. Not continuing down my own road. My life

Might have been different.


It also may have been disaster and ruin, but I’ve done a great job of that anyways.


Truth be told I don’t give a shit anymore to be anything to anyone. I have my own responsibilities and my own problems and right now I’m standing still for someone I love rather than moving on,

And away. This is the last moment I allow status quo to rule my life.


At this point in my life I only have time for the ones that we’re in my life when I needed them and were still there. And the ones that need me now.


My responsibilities that’s it. I don’t know how much time any of us have left. But there is definitely no fucking time for anyone whose not got the time for

Me or worse.


If you have anger or fear for me? It’s better I stay fucking forgotten. I mean it’s not like I have ever had a problem with disappearing from

Peoples lives.


I know I’m not fucking important in the scheme of things. I never have been.


There are very few people in my life that have made me feel otherwise. And that’s why right now, my main goal In life is taking care of one of those few that have made feel valued so he has a more comfortable and productive life.


The rest of you that never had my back? Fuck right off. You know who you are.

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