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When did my existence become apparent? When was convenience the only means of communication? For what reason did you come to the realization that I'm a liar? I am tired of these tedious trifles and sick of these stupid games that you like to play. I demand compensation on my heart and your repercussion for your repulsive actions. I've lost pieces putting you back together patiently. The great cavity in my skull is from you ripping apart my mind, the grand foramen that you've left in my ribs is where my heart used to lie. But now I am the great lie, I am the defendant facing the prosecutor on the gravel pulpit with the gavel on my soul. I have been coaxed into having these heinous thoughts of perfidy. The leather has strapped its way upon my 'lying' mouth and snaked its way around my carpals. "Guilty, beyond a shadow of a doubt". I get no say, the sentencing, I lose my closest enemy.

The biggest lie that I've lectured myself into believing, is that you were my friend, I'll see you when it's convenient for you again bud. Keep up the good work you selfish, sleazy, inconsiderate, monotonous, 'yes-man', dead loss, waste of space.