That you can appeal only to a part of me long since fulfilled. Speaks tragic volumes and looms as a grave portent of what's to come. Still, I hope it was good for you. Because it sure was great for me. Now nothing can prepare me for the look on your face. And none would come to my defence if I were to just up and leave. If there can be no happy ending to this prefabricated fairytale. Then we owe to ourselves to compose bestselling lies. Yours is a faith that runs too deep inside the souls of liars and thieves. Destined you are to wallow. For all you have ever known. Is the crushing blow of an unrealized hope. Nobody wears that look of despair quite the way you do. For far too long this myth was fed. Only the dying bleed the way you bled. Purest of my ideals now vanquished, so begins my life. There will be those days. Where you can't get out of bed. And those days will turn into weeks. Don't you quote me my every passing remark. Don't you quote me or I'll have to live up to what I say.
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