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Ventilation of Human Decency

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It has been a while since I have been put into a position like this. Like déja vû, but only the feelings I have have been buried inside of me, locked away in a tiny chamber of my soul, awaiting for the day that the barricades burst and my emotions come spewing out.
Crying is what most people would call it, and since we first spoke of darker times, I have cried more than I can remember, and although I may appear to come across as a strong character with a knack for being ignorant in times of aggression and sadness, I am in fact human. Which means I can break down like a machine. If the gears are not turning and if it is not properly maintained - it will fall apart, little by little, gear by gear - and this is what has happened to me.
I have had my heart and soul torn to pieces and left scattered around with only me to pick up the remains of what has been left behind and while I struggle, you stand above me and watch as I try to recover myself. You stand and watch, not attempting to intervene or help at all, you just... stand there...
...And worse of all it was you that put me in this state, broken down and useless.
My recollection of events over the passed year or two. Feel free comment with
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