I was going to write about you all over again. I can't think of all the times I've done that - done this.
I looked at you and everything, all at once, everything was gone. I forgot why I got so mad at you. I forgot everything. All the hundreds of words I wanted to tell you. Why you are an ass, why don't ever want to be friends again, why I should have never been friends with you again. I sound like a broken recorder.
We're just gone.
And if this was a game, I'd be the one having the last word. That would mean I won right?
But then, if I won, why does it feel very much like I just lost?
Because you win, you always win.
you damn scum sucking, ignorant, blind idiotic numskull, you.
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