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I refuse to tolerate your obfuscated conversations. I refuse to take it. I refuse to be part of it.

Today, I refute it all.

You sought comfort from the ones who stabbed me like a burning end of the cigarette that leaves your mouth sour.

I dust my hands off of you. I am going to live now. I am not going to cry over your uselessness. I am not going to cry over the love lost.

But I wish you nothing but the best, the most beautiful. I wish you joy. And I wish you all the love you could never give. And most of all, I wish you hope. Hope for times to come, hope for opportunities lost.

May The Best Man Win.

First published at: To the power infinity

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