G A M E O V E R

GAME OVER

 

Without you, I found peace that I have always been seeking.

 

The day that I cut you off is the day that I began to heal.

 

You denied my strength to ever have existed.

 

You did everything in your power to make me feel powerless.

 

You demolished the highest towers I had built within myself and you hid them in a place that I could never find them.

 

Well, I found them.

 

And to act like the little kid that you will forever treat me like I still am,

 

HAHA, In. Your. FACE!!

I won, You lost.

 

In the end, I won your stupid little-twisted game.

 

I’m always told that after this many years, I owe you some form of a rematch, or a do-over, or something.

 

NEWSFLASH!! I don’t owe you anything.

NOTHING!

 

I never even agreed to be apart of tricks or your ridiculous ways of making something simple and positive, into something complex and scary.

 

You thought your moves were strategic, but they weren’t.

 

You aren’t brave.

You aren’t tricky.

You aren’t smooth.

 

You are simply a messy failure of manipulation.

 

That is all that you will ever be to me, at least while you keep trying the play this repetitive game.

 

The game ended.

I grew up.

I don’t want to play this anymore.

 

It's time for you to put the game down and grow up too.

 

You are far too aged to be acting this childish.

 

The growing I did in within months you never did within your entire life.

 

The literal self-poisoning has poisoned everything around you.

 

Your family, your friends, your job, and finally even your own game.

 

That’s it.

 

Get yourself together, keep your toxicity away from me, and move on.

 

GAME OVER.

 

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