I want to be the dirt under the fingernails, the crack in your fucking heart that never heals. You know what I mean, that itch that you can never reach or make go away. For the people who have written me off, yet can't shake the memory or the longing, I will always haunt you in those places you least expect. I will be a life-long spectre that rises to meet you in lonely, smoke-filled bars and down the lonely alleyways of your existence. For the rest of your life, that memory will always be at the back of your mind, no matter how great the distance becomes.
Sometimes I believe in vengeance and sometimes I believe that the universe will work everything out in the end. I have taken my lashes for my sins, fully realizing the consequences of my actions. I call it a learning experience, I have paid for my iniquities a thousand times over. I have done my time in hell.
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