It's funny, because your screwing me over has allowed for your deepest fear to materialize right in front of my eyes.

It's a good thing you're not here to watch anymore, that way your innocence is safe and you'll never have to be afraid because I'll be keeping your fear with me. But not to spare you, no.

It's also a good thing you're not a friend. And it's a good thing I'm not led by moral principles anymore.

You thought you were messing with me, but now I can see you really were messing with yourself. You hit me so hard, but when you wake up and get hit straight in the face by the very swing you took, the force of the shock will have increased tenfold.

That's just how it goes.

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