Stop trying. Just, stop, trying.
Get out of my sight. Get out of it, forever. Leave me be; leave me in a place where there is no one to bore holes in me and wrench my heart out with a stake, again, again, and rip to shreds everything I once stood upon.
I don't know who I'm saying this to anymore: myself, or the other?
I can no longer keep up, but I don't want to concede; I don't want to relinquish this race. Not when I know the taste of being ahead, not when I would be so ashamed to fail.
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