No chance.  No more dance.  I refrain.  No more pain.  No more lies.  Or disguise. I see you.  Betrayal.  Projection.  Deceit.  Deflected rage.  Injected blame.  Not my cross to bare or price to pay.  No rescue. No enable.  Objectify. Narcisistic supply.  The Alternative Escape. Starring Superman and the Narcissism cape.  Fly. Your next move? Use or an alternative caretake will do.  Entitled. Here to take. Need of no earning. “I’M to be served and you are my serving”. Serve me.  Give me more as I take.  Entitlement is mine. I do it with a smile.  Don’t see your missing legs.  I don’t care, get off MY seat.  Heart of steel.  Self sympathied heat.  Set on extra high when it comes I, myself and me.  Your existence. No purpose other than for “me”.

Stand-up, step-up. Why should I. Superman syndrome.  I can just fly.  Road gets tough.  I can just fly. Telephone booth.  There I go.  High, high, high.  Landing.  Smooth-not so.  Come to my rescue.  So I don’t have to.  Sit in what I created.  NO?  You’ll pay.  How can you do that to me.

Pave my way.  I’ll just sit here and watch.  You climb that mountain while I sunbathe in a Scarface swatch.  Hardship is not mine to bare. I don’t care, take the cross I bared and make bare.  Do it for me as I watch and gather my takes.  NO?  Payday will be yours.  I dare you make me bare my choices or mistakes.

Take away.  Shoosh, shoosh.  That of which I inflicted.  It means nothing if you feel the stab of my infliction.  Only something if I am the recipient of any repercussion.  Let me sit here while you struggle.  On my behalf.  Expected.  If you don’t or protect yourself.  I will explode.  Pick up the my pieces.  Any one of you.  If you don’t or leave I will find ways.  I will implode.  I will believe the lies I tell myself.  I have been crossed by those people who don’t put up with it.  I will believe YOU deceived and not me.  I will lie to myself and see how it needs to be seen.  I have to continue the madness of my victimry.  Keep a journal of the how could you do this to me.

Cannot perceive the pain you cause.  Discount anybody else’s needs.  Can not humble to account that I had to leave.  I have no right to feel or be anything but for thee.  Entitled.  You don’t exist.  Only for me.  Only for me.  Because, because, because, because, because….because I was born with entitlement horns.

My sentence is over.  Innocently jailed.  Set free by reality DNA.  Keep insanity.  I’m free.  Still the same with the nasty pay when you want to manipulate but can’t get it that way.  Why’d I go? The point of all this proof of your oblivion.  Unknown.  So oblivious to anyone but thyself.  Solutions to insanity always a step away and ready for taking.  No vioilin’s for the easy road chose ending in self-deficating.  Clean your own crap and the crap smeared on others.  Friends we could never be when you still have those sides unrecovered.  You’ve been the hurtful one no matter how opposite you believe.  You’re the terror of your era’s.  Manipulative master twister psycopathic tendencies.   Terrorize you.  Poor me.  Look what they did to me.  Nasty person.  Get by with the brilliant skill lies your whole life and cries of thy own sympathy.  Goodbye’d to the disguised chavenistic psychopathic tendencies.  Tears dried.  Could have created the Grand Canyon times three.  Crushed to pieces and kicked them into the sea.  I’m free of the hell and the despair of your nasty cold vengeances and reckless self-serving ways. Nothing’s changed proved by the intermittent messages.  “I love you” “I always knew you were a lyin’ slut” “I need you to forgive me”. You’re a fuckin child who ain’t nothin and will account to nothing”.  “Double crossing dog, you’ll have your day”.  “Why are you not responding to my calls Robin”.  “I was out of my mind when I said those things back then”.  “Lyin Slut”.

Nothing can be clearer of why Nothing came of you and me.  Manipulative charm hid from you the streets.   Time could not withhold truth or keep-up the manipulative mastery.  Ain’t and Dang don’t do my vocabulary.  Nor does slut, fucking bitch whore or liar do it for me either.

Take your mouth and your heart to a specialized doctor.  Your denial will only take you down until you lose all chances of coming up.

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