Alright, I get it already. Lighten up. You've been pulling out all the stops over the last two years. Are you just trying to prove a point? It seems you have more allies than I.
What did you barter, Fate, to get Death to play his scythe? And together with Father Time the blow fell on that one week when the strongest part of me was on vacation. My own soul's back up team was overseas, out of range and getting high. A pill so bitter, I didn't even remember how to cry.
Any why would you ask dear Cupid, with aim so accurate and with arrow so full of good intentions, to pay me any mind? I'd gone a lifetime without falling - until the Adam of my heartbreak entered the scene. His tongue sweeter than the serpent's and his bite more fatal as he and his Delilah banned me from my mind's paradise.
I've had to resign myself to depend on the people whose careless words have cut me the deepest. In the arrangement that would make me grant them more control and leave me to harbor even more anger and resentment than before.
Through all this I had slowly lost my headstrong will, and my fierce fighting became quiet cooperation. I have always felt all things to an extreme, but this walking death is a far more terrifying pattern. I am waking up.
And now, Fate, your tables begin to turn. I am playing your game, and I am playing to win. I have put my life and my happiness on hold too long. I have prevailed where others may have faltered. Your tricks may have made me forget how to cry or mourn. But no matter how hard the blow, my childlike hope burns on. No matter how long the tunnel, I have seen my saving light.
I will win this game, Fate. You really should have seen this one coming.
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