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Avoiding certain death. Let us play the game. We can play, now. Make plans. You are going to need them. It is not teamwork because we are both selfish. You are disgusting.  You are the kind of girl who just sits there & cannot accept a thank you. So like who is really at fault.

The words of someone you love, acid to the core, you walk out thinking, It’s me, them, us, this, that. A never-ending search for the meanings to an end. You can see the good, you can see the light & everything to fight for the right. Just outside arms reach, you push for the air to fill your lungs… but they fall flat. Mature move is, to forgive and hope for the best. Yet your full of detest.

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