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I guess I just decided not to let you break my heart any longer. That's really the completion of the story. There's always been a store of venom that no one really knew I had.
It's odd that I've become content with my life, and finally I'm nearly at peace. I suppose it's because I've come to another starting point, where everything is new again. It's impossible to leave behind every trace of the past, but even the most recent moments fade to a memory equivalent of the view from a fogged window pane.
It's odd that I've become content with my life, and finally I'm nearly at peace. I suppose it's because I've come to another starting point, where everything is new again. It's impossible to leave behind every trace of the past, but even the most recent moments fade to a memory equivalent of the view from a fogged window pane.