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Tuesday, June 27

Step by step

I move a little further away from someone I care about.

Why?

I don't want to watch his happiness while I know it's only a matter of time before the truth hits home. I despise her, she is what gives better women a bad name.

I blame him, he should know better, but he wants that pretty face and her childlike body to make him feel complete.

I wonder if I'm the only one who sees the life and death of this yet I know I'm not, but I also know that he won't listen to anyone. He is a child, who wants what he wants and will not be denied.

I am disgusted by his need of this girl to complete him, just as I would if a female friend said the same of a man.

"She didn't care if you choked on your own vomit!" I want to scream. "She only cared about herself and what if she had needed help!"

Sickening.

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