and one moment the letter will be the last, and then I'll just disappear from your life forever.
And you won't know where and why. I may be wandering aimlessly through the misty forests, or just lying under a tonne of ground frozen by the coming winter.
One thing you will know for sure is that we will never meet again. at least not because of the divided priorities of our inner selves.
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jealousy is unfair to red lines in the palms of your hands from your fingernails and gritted teeth.
anger is stupid to the point of bloody knuckles and overdose of tears.
disappointment is painful, like a crooked blade sticking out somewhere near my spine.
resentment is strange, like a mirage that haunts you, bringing you back to terrible days in dark snippets.
Sometimes we're so strange and stupid.
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