the rise (part 4)

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I tore your reason out of your misguided head and shoved it down your throat

I walk away a winner 

You too with the anxiety of 

Dealing in anything further with you

I don't like you

But I can forgive you and as I saunter out of this catastrophe

I'll wear the stain, you wear the shame.

I'm done.

I don't care who won.

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