i know that you betrayed me and that is why we cannot be friends.

supression is not sensitivity. it is not a sister of truth. yr honey staples still peirce the skin. a dagger in a cloak is still a knife.

the insincerity dripping in yr voice resembles chinese torture. i am too tierd today to confront you. yr morals are suspect. an amateur dectective could identify yr intention. i watch you parade through two way glass. you offend me with your manipulations. life is more than plastacine. i know exactly what you did and said. yr treadmill of lies winds me up. shadow boxing my way out of the dark.

do not push me. i will shatter. the shards will cut you in ways i can't avoid.