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That's what I was getting at. I'm not even thinking like that anymore. I've just reached that point where I'm just done with it, you know? I don't care what about what would have, could have, or should have. It doesn't matter because I simply don't want to fix it anymore. I can't let go of all the bullshit enough to even see past it, and I'd be fooling myself to say that I can think of her with anything but resentment anymore.
I suppose anger is the Versus equivalent of acceptance. I've never been a peaceful person. :x
Also. Why is phone sex awesome?
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Woke up with fifty enemies plottin' my death
All fifty seein' visions of me shot in the chest
Couldn't rest, nah nigga I was stressed
Had me creepin' 'round corners, homie sleepin' in my vest.
-Breathin, Tupac.
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