A lot of people have accused me of killing Bradley Alan Ellis. They believed with an abiding conviction that I hurt him or drove him to his ultimate demise. To no one's surprise, he turned up alive. So if I murdered him, how did he survive?
The weapon is hanging like a decoration on my wall. Wait, I didn't do it; maybe he took a GREAT fall. Admire it in all it's glory, too bad it's only gory. Or maybe there is a different story...
If you stopped for even one second to truly use your brain, you would realize what everyone knows; YOU are insane.
You made me cry, with each and every lie. You crafted them so well, but oh well. That's your bad and the whole world is sad. They know that the truth hurts, BUT the FACTS, you did pervert.
You saw a loss, where I experienced great gain. You harassed me over and over again. You said that we were one in the same, but then you started with all the blame. The more time we spent in Colorado, "sky-high." The more you began to lie. Maybe you think you hid your cards well, but I am swell on my way to a better ending and NOW: I can stop pretending.
I've been bullied and bruised, mistreated and abused. I lost my consent. I was wondering where it went. My heart was pounding, I couldn't find you in my immediate surrounding. But I had to put that feeling away because you left like a stray.
So now you're UNsafe, but I won, I found HOME base <3.
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