Moving forward, I have decided that it would be much more sensible to have a concrete plan of action in place.
An answer to the usual question, a nod as though I don’t get the implication.
Any path that leads me anywhere alone.
It’s always hope; hope is a killer.
Leading you around by your heart, leaving you at your most vulnerable.
Hope is the backpedal of the emotions, the weakening to the resolve.
Today, I am leaving the table.
My last chip was thrown and I’m walking away with a pocket full of regret, the other pocket overflowing with sadness.
I think we’ll call this a day, good sir. I think we’ll leave this exactly where it lay.
I don’t have anything left, not in my heart, not in my mind.
I’m full on blank. I’m empty.
I’m hanging the sign on the door, Go Away, we don’t accept solicitors, or whatever you call yourself.
I’m through with the game of charades. I’m through with all of this mindfuck.
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