I'm tired of dreaming about you. How can you haunt me so, when we agreed to walk separate ways? I thought we had come to terms -- I gave you my truth, and you reluctantly listened -- but this is not what I signed on for. Your ghost, your anger, your image always with me. This cannot last, because this cannot be tolerated.
Accept this, my last offering of peace. To you, it seems perhaps a trinket, but you must know, deep down, what it is really worth.
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