i am not real , but you were

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unfuck me.

unfuck me.

unfuck me.

you created this mess. you came running into my life like a fire lapping up a the forest brush. and i was struck by the way you sold this fake reality of the person who you really were. who you made yourself out to be. but i see now the person who i met so long ago is not all that different from the one i know now. there are bad days and worse days. nothing better. and i am tired of feeling this way. you fucked up and now it is time to unfuck. to fix the mess you created. you did this. the divide i feel being created is all your doing, and i refuse to try and glue it back together again. nothing about this is okay and the last thing i want is to lose someone.

but i am afraid that in the fog of what is wrong and what is right, that i am losing myself. 

and i think it's time i backed away.

for the sake of all of us.