You can go. You can leave me here with no regard for the breakage you’ve caused. I’ll get through it. Before you depart, you need to know that you are not as great at being horrible as you may think. There will always be someone better. There will always be someone more chaotic and apathetic. There are seven billion people in this world, and it is an infinite cycle. Even the most fragile and innocent can be more destructive than the most bold and cruel. There is a match for everyone. There will always be someone within another’s lifetime that will have the strength, maybe their only strength, to counter the biggest individual weakness of the strongest beings. There is a predator for every predator, a liar for every liar, an evil for every evil. You will not walk through this life unscathed. One day, you’ll come across someone who you decide deserves your mercy, but you will not deserve theirs. You will run to your victims utterly victimized and ask of them to save you. You will wallow and pity yourself. You will feel that unbearable heat of regret, maybe not for me, but at least for yourself, and you will lay on the bathroom floor with ashes in your hair, and something fowl on your breath. You will ask God to guide your godless soul as you heave up the acids in your stomach because there is nothing left in that pit. I don’t believe in karma. I don’t think we get hurt because we hurt someone else. It’s just the irony in being faulted, but either way, fate, karma, or coincidence, we are never the best or the worst. There is no king or queen or god for every moral crime. There will always be someone better. There will always be someone who can bring the most narcissistic to their knees. Everyone’s mind gets destroyed at some point, and you are not special. You will be forced to think the unthinkable; you will have to sit in front your reflection and watch yourself deteriorate. I may never cross your mind, and I am okay with that. Without doubt, you will suffer in the same ugly, shattered way that you have made me suffer, and from what I’ve tasted of punishment, there is no comparable starvation to the moment you realize that you have been incinerated by your own fire. So, leave me to burn because one day, you will left to burn too.
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Love how you formatted this, and the content as well. Love you muchly, Sav.