Reading between all the wrong lines
I can’t fathom what all has been lost in translation
The dandelion has wilted (the dandelion represents a friendship; I know deep thought is too much for you right now.)
A mythology forged
A world created and destroyed without notifying the inhabitants
It shouldn’t have come as a big surprise to me; your owners manual seems to do that a lot
Monkey see, monkey do
A branch was laid in your lap, what you did with it is beyond me.
Iago, these games you’re playing are pathetic.
“… I try to remove myself from one whose’s wrong for me…”
As for your thoughts on “tolerance” you’ve completely sickened me.
Remember when you would ask me why I was laughing and I wouldn’t tell you? I did that not because of what was said but that you were the kind of person that would think, say or do those particular things and I couldn’t believe I found someone who did those things genuinely and I wouldn’t tell you what those things were because I didn’t want those things to become artificial. A friend of mine was capable of doing those things, and that made me happy to the point of laughter because I knew it was genuine. And to now know that your capable of hurting your friends and merely “tolerating” their existence is disgusting
This has the potential to be our longest goodbye, but that’s ENTIRELY up to you.
“…you're a stranger
so what do I care
you vanish today
not the first time I hear
all the lies…”
~you should know who~
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