You have to understand where I've come from.
I didn't want to tell you everything about me.
So I ended up here...
my pride.
Crushed hopes;
dreams.
Nightmares.
I thought about how to tell you.
Instead.
The pride I take with destiny that told me
of great misfortune.
And you have tunnel-vision.
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