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[attentioncravin]

My spirit feels free. A few days ago I couldn't stand either's presense. Now I'm different. I know I am better. I know I am the bigger person. I have said all I have to say. I have said all I need to say to bring my energy to rest. I can move on

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[supernova11_7]

I can't begin to describe the delightful satisfaction it has given me to stumble upon this pathetic admission of indescretion and weakness. The darkness of my energy absorbs your failing light and pours forth like a quasar in the abysmal distances of deep space. How I revel in my luck at scavanging upon your tender, puerile grief. Van has told me that people like you grow in rows--that every generation, millions like you are harvested, like crops, to fodder the machine in which you will one day happily assume status as a cog. You, born of the farming heartland of America, your senses dense as a head of lettuce, could not begin to understand the deeper mysteries and darker lessons that await the few who grow wild and wise in those courses that your overmatriculated colleagues will never dare to enroll in. Really, though, I'm such a softy for naivete, that I felt a thoughtful criticism was in order for you dear, since you have inadvertently made some very poor character judgements and I seek to share my interpretation of them, for your

[supernova11_7]

Perhaps as you sat on that leather couch you felt a wave of euphoria at being able to express your frustration and anguish while you watched me with your bated-breath passive aggression, becoming more and more uncomfortable with each silent cigarette drag we shared in that claustrophobic room. I myself feel much relief at this moment, knowing I wasn't the only one this episode drove to such madness as the contemplation of violence to resolve pain