When you talk, I feel myself growing angry and when the inane words don't stop coming from you, I feel the rage. You call yourself my friend and still you lie. Don't. I am too strong for you. I'll leave you cold in my shadow, one day I'll look back and you'll be nothing but a dot on the horizon of my past.
I trusted you and you abused it. Well its over now. You are at a distance and whatever happens the fact that you lied will reside with you like a criminal record haunts a rehabilitated thief.
Too many chances have I given you. Too many times have you laughed in my face. I tell you now, you will live to regret it beacuse I will rise up and over you and the jealousy, rage and envy will be yours.
I tried to help you but pig-headed pride blocked your path to redemption. I hope you find the stupid, tolerant and patient of our species, for you are too little a person for me to deal with.
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