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It has come to my concern that matters have began to get out of hand. As somebody looking in from the outside, I have noticed that certain factors have started to come into play. It would have been nice not to have gotten involved, I'd rather have been outvolved.
Wrong place Wrong time eh! Could that phrase be any more true!
I'd like to back out now if possible, but something tells me that you don't like to leave traces behind. Even if I give you back the medallion it wont change things, you're still going to come after me. I guess it makes more sense to hang onto this for as long as I can. It may be the only bargaining chip that I have left. One thing you might not realise, is that I am more clinical than a guillotine execution and I'm not going to make things easy for you.
Something deep inside my head tells me that you may have set a trap like Wile E. Coyote used to do when trying to catch Roadrunner. Kept failing though didn't he? ACME sold him up the fucking river didn't they? Or to be more exact, the guy with acne who worked at ACME sold him up the river, which is ironically one of the spots where he planted a trip wire.
So many failed fucking trip wires! It trips me out just thinking about it!
No it doesn't... I don't get tripped out, but my heart does get ripped out when I think about all the things I did for you in the past and now you want my blood! Well you can't have my blood, I don't like just handing over my gore to people who need a blood transfusion. Especially those that deceived me, don't believe me, or don't leave me alone. What happened is now in the past, why can't you just leave it at that? Instead of raking up old corpses and endangered hedgehogs.
What is done is done, we can't change the past. If I could, I would, and I'd give you my blood, but you let me down and showed your true colours and the whole saga has left me wounded and dizzy. I feel like I've been spun round and drank too much fizzy pop.
I'm sick and tired of not knowing when it will stop!
When and where will it end? Or will you continuously strive to send me around the b... twist.
Around the wrist. It's about time you gave it up, stop following me, stopped trying to latch on to me like some sort of blood-sucking leech. I could teach you the fine Art of Restraint. I'm ashamed, you taint me, paint me with your brush and I become you.
I don't want to become you, I want to become me, let me be me... just let me be!!
When I go to the toilet just let me pee, instead of trying to continuously tempt me into this debauchery.