The Truth.

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you can't handle the truth.
you're gripping onto something that isn't yours to hold anymore.
the truth hurts, but it's supposed to help you grow. it's supposed to help you rise up and become a better person than you were a year ago, a month ago, or even yesterday,
stop holding onto something you cannot keep.
you've already lost and you can't comprehend that. do you see how things are being handled?
my words are getting twisted in your tongue like you're tongue tied, but why? why me?
because i was honest? because i couldn't handle trying to be someone for you that wasn't the real me?
i couldn't hold on to that false hope anymore.
the castle we built together from the ground up finally slipped through the cracks and fell apart, and that wasn't just my fault. as the saying goes: it takes two to tango. we were doing the tango alright; right into the rabbit hole, my dear. that's why you don't understand.
you're living in a illusion, blinded by the things you feel and think you want instead of the crippling reality we've stumbled upon. the reality is that you've lost me. you've lost whatever we could've had after this blew over. you've lost the one person that would've crossed so many burning bridges for you; who would've saved you from a tsunami. i can't be your raft or your fire extinguisher anymore. it's not my place anymore. i can't put out the angry flame in your soul or dig you out of the hole you've buried yourself in. what can i do when you can't even understand why my heart fell through the cracks after the same thing happening again and again and again. it gets tiring after a while. i'm sorry i can't be what you want. i'm sorry i was never enough. i guess this is goodbye, for now maybe. i hope you find what you're looking for.

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