I knew I shouldn't have told you. I knew it all along. And, yet I did. I am so naive. Well actually, naive is a very decent word. I am an idiot. Yes, that sounds much better.
I wish I could have talked to you about any and every thing. I wish I didn't have to filter my chronicles, my stories before narrating them to you.
I talk too much, no. I won't now. At least, I'll try not too.
You lied, you know. We aren't friends. We can never be.
And, isn't that a tragedy?
*smirks*
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