I should have known that there was no truth. That the best things would never come to be. I don't think it's your fault - not any more than it is his or mine, anyway.
No that's a lie. I'd like to think that it's equal, that the blame is on everyone, but it probably isn't. It's either all on me or on all on you.
That's probably the plural you for anyone counting.
Of course, it's probably all me. But then, this isn't something I'd be able to explain to you - you'd laugh or hit me or hate me or all of the above.
Maybe I'm a coward for saying it only on here, where you'll never find it.
I'm probably a coward.
I don't even know what I want or what you want or what the hell is going on anymore.
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