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You thought you could be hateful and cruel and I'd just sit by and take it. You thought you had some right to be thoughtless and heartless all on your own, like the rules didn't apply to you. You broke them freely, you committed many offense, then chastised and berated when I ceased to play your game. Everything you tried to pin on me you were equally or solely guilty of. A mirror would serve you well when pointing your fingers and frothing at the mouth. What has upset you the most? That I didn't let you get away with it, that I pushed back and fought fire with fire? Or that I moved on with my life? You made your own mess. I am moving on happily, enjoying the light on my face and the company of people who aren't selfish, hallow and wallowing in their own pit of despair, hating the world for the courage they lack, people who don't flail wildly spewing daggers and play the victim of their own actions. 

You used to mean something. You still do, but it's disgusting now. 

You tried to hurt me too many times. If that is how you want it, you aim your gun, I will too. You hit me where it hurts, I'll do the same. Enjoy hating all the things you loved about me.. all the things you can't have or be. 

(originally written June 7)