07.05.15.
We fought this morning
the heaviest one yet and
he was being even more mad than last time.
Simply horrible.
So, I fled to the nearby pub.
I drank, I smoked, causing my temples to explode at the moment
but, out of all honesty
I couldn't care less.
He's done this to me.
I'll do this to him.
So, I'll head back home in a bit and
he will open the door and face what I faced, yes I did, days, maybe weeks ago, already
and I'll watch his reaction
to maybe get him to realise
that he did this too.
Greetings,
H.T.
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Greetings, H.T. | Larry Stylinson
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