if u did not read the first part this will makw no sense. just tellin ya.


Finally, I break away. I run into a neverending blackness. Black, the color of death, despair, depression. Never again will I allow my heart to love. Love is the ultimate playing field for liers and thieves.
Who could do such a thing to him? Me. Who is the only one who hates myself more than words can describe? Me. I hurt my own heart to teach myself not to love. Who is the only one more cunning than I, in everything? Me. I will never be able to see myself coming.
Look out me, I muse. Here I come.


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