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I cannot deny the value of the nights beneath the moon, glaring with that sparkle in my eyes wondering if it was real.
Knowing what I know now, I know it was all in my mind. Gaslighting yourself because it fills a void must be part of my pattern.
Your pattern is destroying anything that grow, by choosing not to care, give a ****, and it still amazes me you are able to keep those cats alive.
With me gone, I am not sure who you’ll fill in that space you leave selfishly blank because choosing yourself isn’t choosing you it’s avoiding accountability.
You’ll suffer by choice.
As for me, I live by the beat of my own drum and that means I will crash out for my foolish beliefs and stubbornly feeling like less for asking for what I need.
It’s 8:45 give the middle finger and blow a kiss as I check out and let my soul feel the moon.
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