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You tell yourself you've moved on and you tell yourself its no trouble, but then you find yourself going "Oh. I'm sure I can give another chance. It worked last time, right?". You tell yourself you're done with it but you still find yourself lingering in the area. You find yourself peeking in to see how things are. And its almost how you left it. Its quieter, yes, but everyone is still having a jolly good time. A part of you wants to walk back in and pretend it never happened. To pretend that you don't hold that grudge anymore. Then you squint and you see that one thing that reminds you of all of the reasons you don't want to be in there. And after that you start seeing every little thing that makes you so glad you got out of there. It makes you angry. Don't you wish you could just go in there and get rid of them? But then you remember you aren't relevant anymore. To do so would be pointless. Everything is said and done. You'll step away for a bit, but you'll still sit there. Waiting? Maybe. You're angry more than anything. They think they're right, don't they? They'll pretend everyone else was wrong and they were just the poor poor victim. You have ideas to maybe try and better them, but you realize this isn't the first time they've done this. or the second. Or the third. They'll forever fuck it all up over and over again, no matter how much they say they're sorry. So fuck that and fuck that place. Why do you keep waiting out there. Doing the same thing over and over, hoping maybe it'll change next time. Right? You don't want in there. Going in there would be excusing it all and setting it all up to happen again.

Do you still think you're right about all of this? The victim? Do you think its our fault its all gone? Maybe you had a fair foundation the first time. The second time you fucked up and you got bit because of it. And then you did it a third time and expected what out of it? Thats all over now though, isn't it? There's nothing left for us here. Only of what will still fester. I'm still waiting on you to close the blinds.

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You tell yourself you've moved on and you tell yourself its no trouble, but then you find yourself going "Oh. I'm sure I can give another chance. It worked last time, right?". You tell yourself you're done with it but you still find yourself lingering in the area. You find yourself peeking in to see how things are. And its almost how you left it. Its quieter, yes, but everyone is still having a jolly good time. A part of you wants to walk back in and pretend it never happened. To pretend that you don't hold that grudge anymore. Then you squint and you see that one thing that reminds you of all of the reasons you don't want to be in there. And after that you start seeing every little thing that makes you so glad you got out of there. It makes you angry. Don't you wish you could just go in there and get rid of them? But then you remember you aren't relevant anymore. To do so would be pointless. Everything is said and done. You'll step away for a bit, but you'll still sit there. Waiting? Maybe. You're angry more than anything. They think they're right, don't they? They'll pretend everyone else was wrong and they were just the poor poor victim. You have ideas to maybe try and better them, but you realize this isn't the first time they've done this. or the second. Or the third. They'll forever fuck it all up over and over again, no matter how much they say they're sorry. So fuck that and fuck that place. Why do you keep waiting out there. Doing the same thing over and over, hoping maybe it'll change next time. Right? You don't want in there. Going in there would be excusing it all and setting it all up to happen again.

Do you still think you're right about all of this? The victim? Do you think its our fault its all gone? Maybe you had a fair foundation the first time. The second time you fucked up and you got bit because of it. And then you did it a third time and expected what out of it? Thats all over now though, isn't it? There's nothing left for us here. Only of what will still fester. I'm still waiting on you to close the blinds.