It Is Entirely Likely That This Isn't To You
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I was furious.
I loved you, and, in some way, I might tell you that soon. Probably with the caveat that that time is over. These things go these ways sometimes.
I still want to fuck you. Gods that's annoying. There is really nothing else left, except the hate that occasionally filters through.
I miss you, but you drive me mad. Not angry reproachful, but merely insane. I hope you are happy. I mean that.
I miss you too, and must admit, I think it is for the best that I may never see you again. No matter how much I want to. Blessings be to aeroplanes and distant shores.
I thought you'd be proud of me, because you always thought that I should and now I'm trying. Perhaps it is not good enough, and perhaps you are blinded by your own hubris, seeing things only through the lens of I with all external data merely as comparative points to data about yourself. It is not that I don't understand your arrogance, I share it and your abilities outstrip mine. However, I cannot empathise with the myopia.
But it is not that bad. In some strange way, I am happy.
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