I don’t care if you answer or respond anymore. I can look myself in the mirror and my son in the eye and know that I tried. For twenty damn years I tried whatever you expected of me, I was here. The fact you don’t answer confirms everything now I need to know. And I can move on. I gave you everything I had in this life. And more. What the actual fuck have you ever wanted from me? At this point, I’m just doing what I’ve always done. Moving on.
There is no more hope. There is no more days left. One maybe. Lets see how I feel in September. But I am done trying otherwise. I really hoped something would change in two decades but we have defined who we are for a generation. And there will be answers provided when the time comes. Till then, I’m back to waiting unless you change the game.
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