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So, I see you are at it again. I see things seem to be getting to you now more than ever. You, the one so quick to point out other's faults, are now scared because your demons have become visible. Ironic, how one that can seem so secure on the surface can be shaken so easily. It is not easy being taken to task because of one's short comings now is it? You are tormented by your own insecurities and now that people are wise to your game, you are lost. Lost, lost like many of those sad "little lovers" you have tortured with your sick and twisted sense of love.
Now the only thing you fear more than the sound of keyboard strokes is the sound of those little velcro shoes leaving that shallow and dark one-bedroom apartment of yours.
I refuse to help you because you are weak. In a sense, you made me. The "lessons" you taught me dramatically shifted my path. But I can no longer express gra ude nor be a shoulder for you to cry on when you have become everything I loathe. You taught me this. All of the whispers of "don't be scared" have now come to roost. So I leave you now with this feeling of despair. You must suffer as I have suffered, tee, hee Cully, tee, hee.
