You were supposed to be my salvation. You made it better. You made me realize. I was healed because of you.
And you ruined it.
I won't pick up the pieces you shattered, should it come to that. You're fixing your own damn mess. I've moved past that. It's no longer my job. But don't think I won't hate you for it.
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"Leave your low-down at the ding-dong" -- Vic, RvB