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oOoooOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOo12.15.2005

so this is it.

the end of the line.

i'm pretty sure you read this,

if i were you i would want a little method to all this madness.

so here it is.

you hurt me.

i don't care if it was a half an hour ago or a year ago.

i found out about it now.

i'm dealing with it now.

i don't care if you're together,

had you told me you were in love.

if you were meant to be.

i would've been upset.

i would've felt abandoned.

but i never would've felt alone.

and so full of hate.

betrayed by the people i loved for a lie.

people who won't even give me the dignity of facing their mistakes, facing me, and facing the past in order to make me feel a little less inconsolable.

a little less...i'm not even sure there is a word for it.

i would've thought that you would have enough respect and faith in me as a good person to believe that one day i would moved on had you told me the truth when it should've been spoken.

and we would have moved on together.

and i would've at least gotten to see the two of you happy.

i would've sacraficed for that.

and for the idea that one day, maybe i too would find a new and greater love.

but the last pieces of that old life have fallen away

and the hope that the something special we shared

meant more than all of this

has gone.

scribed; 12/15/2005 07:15:00 PM
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