You love me a little less than I love you. It doesn’t mean that you don’t, but it predicts the situation where you cut off the ropes and you also are the one who point out the scissor I held to protect myself when one day you really do. You actually did, and I let you to put the blame on me as much as you wanted to. One thing you have to know, I love you a little less now but it’s still more than you once did.
The first time I ever saw that man I wanted nothing more than punch him square in the face. He reminded me of the things I want and never gonna get; to be wanted; to be number one of someone’s priority. He reminded me of the things I said I would never do yet I’ve done anyway. He reminded me of the reasons I turn into someone I didn’t. He reminded of the poison I took, and looking at him now makes me want it more. He reminded me of the shits I’ve been through, pain I suffered, cruel words I said. He is the one behind my toxic pen I wrote crappy paroxysm with. I could make a thousand lists of why would I punch him in the face. He is terrible as a human being, he is terrible to me. One night he called me, laying himself open. And I rendered, erasing all of his sins from my resentment. The air became colder but the moment I let myself thinking that he probably doing that to many people, I faded into flames. I put up some reasons why I shouldn’t ha...
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