Mood: Uneasy.
Song: Smoke and Mirrors - The Receiving End of Sirens
What a lovely day,
Oh it's the twenty-sixth of May.
and I must admit, I'm rather ashamed to say,
I should've know.
I see right through you now.
What was I thinking?
Now I understand what I need to do,
Escape this trap before it continues, or picks up again.
I should be saying thank you.
We won't talk for at least a week,
Hopefully never again.
You and he are alike.
A big brother effect will take over my mind.
I politely decline that.
I will never return to the state of mind I endured for eight months of my life.
I will never again make myself heal painfully.
Never again.
Not for anyone like you.
So we will part.
Until I feel safe talking to you.
And just so you know,
I still feel unsafe talking to him.
So it won't be for quite some time.
But don't you fret,
You never needed me in the first place.
And please don't come to me with your problems.
I will ignore them and you.
You're nothing to me.
Nothing. Simply nothing.
And I hope to be nothing to you as well.
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