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Internal Monologue 2: Comeback of the Year.
So you think you won me over?
So you think that, by making me hate myself, you have won; that by doing so the guilt will eat me like maggots do a corpse, or like an innocent island can be assaulted by a angry tidal wave?
Never have I heard a blasphemy so laughable, nor an accusation as entertaining.
You say that I am the black-hearted, dimwitted fool, but it is you who finds every living creature with breast and womb and prey upon them as you did me. You've named me the confused, when you seek the pleasures of others in order to get over the fact that there was one girl who turned you down out of all the rest and had no regrets.
And now, I laugh at what used to pain me. I laugh at how deep your getting into things with the false hope that I'm going to come drag you out of the filthy bloody mess. I scoff and marvel at your sheer idiocy thinking that you can change my mind just by trying to make me jealous. You'll only end up hurting yourself, so why bother? Already now, you've sold yourself out for an hour or so with my friends lover, as you have many other women, you have betrayed my trust, and each time you come back with the same speech:
"I'm sorry, I just want things back the way they were!"
I'm not afraid of you anymore. Truthfully, I don't know if I ever truly was.
You're threats hold no bondage to me now.
All I ask is you stay out. I'll have no quarrel with you and hold no grudge if you take your leave forever. In fact I welcome that leave with open arms like a peace after a terrible storm.
You are not my brother. You are no longer a friend. You are not a lover.
Get that in your head and stay out of my life.
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