it wasn't so much the things you said but rather, the actions that followed inconsistent, unexpected out of left field hurtful. and full of rage from a very dark place blasting away any chances for tranquility and peace, harmony or anything that resembles normal, on this day in this state where did we go wrong and why didn't I see sooner, the ravages of gas-lighting effects standing here, shell shocked chest high in rubble and strain alongside embers of vestige known in some other world as pain ...
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