𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓖𝓸𝓵𝓭,
I hope you're doing well,
But I also hope you're rotting in hell.
Word is around that you've changed,
To know for better of worse I haven't arranged.
I hope you have zero friends,
But I also hope you're meeting ends.
Rumor has it you're no longer that one,
Who I unfortunately left for done.
I'm sorry I hurted you,
But it was either that or death to my very core.
I'm sorry that you had to hurt me,
It ruined your life, I know realize.
I'm sorry you became paranoid,
I'm sorry to have left you in a void.
But see there I go again,
Blaming myself when we were both tied in a chain.
I'm so sorry. That you had to meet me.
And I hope you're sorry, for making me someone I wasn't.
I hope you're pleased, you hypocrite,
You swore you would never hurt me.
Yet you changed me so much,
And warped me so bad,
I am unable to be who I once was.
I miss myself,
I miss what I was before you.
But I'm grateful, nonetheless,
That I found new solace you couldn't even think to offer.
And I'm thankful,
That you too suffered.
Because all actions have consecuenses,
Gold, and this letter of conflicted feelings.
Is not a reward for you, to sing victory,
Yes you broke everything I built.
But I built it again,
So unless you're coming back,
Which I really hope you're not.
You have no way to sing victory,
Just like me.
I love you, (I don't.)
I wish to see you, (I have't seen you in five years, on purpose.)
I send hugs, (Coated in poison)
And I miss you, so much...I unfortunately do.
Write back soon? (Please don't).
Your old friend. (I'm not.)
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