Biting the Hand That Feeds

And for a moment I thought HE understood.

Nope, still his punching bag. Nothing’s changed. Nothing ever will. And the only difference this time is I don’t care. Not even agitated. Numbed.

God bless me the courage to go through this hell.

p/s: And now HE “cares”.. Perplexed by the irony.

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Biting the Hand That Feeds

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