Do I really deserve this?
Did I really deserve to be interacting with a monster like you, and believe that you were the best?
I liberate you from the responsibility of telling me the reason – because you don’t deserve it. You don’t deserve a chance to come clean, and be absolved of guilt. I would like you to stew in a personal hell of yours, if at all one exists. It could be a figment of my imagination, but I would prefer to leave it that way.
You may think that you have killed me, but I am just flying away.
Wasn’t this a dream I lived by?
one day, I’ll fly away
leaving all troubles to yesterday
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