I knew it. It was a trap. Then came the final blow, it hit me in the head. From the very start, I didn't want to play your game. At the back of my mind, I knew you'd win it... like triumph handed over to you just like that. I very well refused to play your game bcos I know I'd lose anyway. I tried hard too damn hard. I did my own strategy and you fell for all of it. Then came that question yesterday... At the end of the day, why do you even bother? Why do you even want to finish those sentences for me? Why do I have to be the chosen one? I said this once and I will say it again... you were the one who couldn't sleep each night bcos of ME. I hope it kills you big time.
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I hope we realize that no matter how much we hold on to what happened in the past, it doesn't mean anything now. What we shared, what we had, everything's in the past. Everything about you and me... just a part of our memory. I have a life to live and I've my own business to mind. If you'll excuse me, I've to go bcos I'm done dealing with you.
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