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from me was the only thing i could give to you, and you've returned nothing to me but mockery. and i'm not your scenic route anymore; you'll have to find another road to take. i was stopped a few miles ago, and i'm not here anymore. i don't hate you nor do i wish to ever hate you, but don't mistake your steps as glory; don't deny my attempts as honesty.

i apologize, for i seem to have arrived with items of yours in my bag. i'll be waiting to give them back.