Those liars, those hypocrites, those thieves, those set-your-house-on-fire-and-never-tell-you-they-did-it. That's not you, but you still killed me, you cut me right in half and rearranged all the vital parts of me that I have become to accustomed to having in certain places. And when I tried to reuse my body like I did before, nothing worked out quite as it once had. All this planning, these endless days and countless nights spent awake attempting to figure out how to work this new body with or without you. Finally I've come to realize that I have the power to rearrange myself back to the way I like things, back to harmony, back to a chorus in between verses in a beautifully complimentary key, back to sunrises on my own listening to the cold snow crunch under my tires and crying to my favorite Bon Iver song and not caring who sees. Back to me, back to what makes me happy, back to living for happiness and balance and an existence of more meaning than I am currently experiencing.
It's not your fault you don't understand, but I won't let you kill me again.
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