I suppose you will be with me as long as I live. You will taunt me, threaten to hurt me again, show me how I trusted blindly and how wrong and presumptuous I was. So, I don’t know. You’ll probably hound me forever. You’ll be that guy.
Written a couple of months ago. Some remain true, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He’ll be that guy, but he won’t be the only one.
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