Fade. To go is not to leave but borrow my patience. You disappear then evaporate. Still there just not visible to the naked eye. Now you are in debt. It’s ok, keep it. You know what, just leave. Not for you, for me now. Go and never return.
You leave me in purgatory but the decision is myne. There is no higher power to decide, just repercussions. Heaven or Hell, What’s the difference? Your only advice is, “GO!” Go where? Left hand points to Heaven, right hand points to Hell. I will stay in purgatory forever because I can’t get hurt if I don’t decide. At least that’s what I think, you may still find a way so I hate you now for what you will become later. Later your left hand will point to me and your right hand will point to yourself, as it has always before, and all of your beautiful promises will turn to hideous lies.
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