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you should be sad, you're dead to me

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A black-and-white life is simple and clear. It's not made for people who hide behind colors, like a chameleon that knows how to lie and use the best color for every situation, always changing, always pretending to be something it's not.

I prefer to have just one color (or two), just one face. I'm like this with my friends, my family, my girlfriend, and my enemies too — although I don't have enemies, just bitter people who think they know something about me. I'm always the same person, with my cards on the table, always ready for a new round.

Bluffing isn't for me. Neither is cheating on others.
Making friends to badmouth exes isn't my game either.

It's sad to know that something happened 84 years ago and someone can't let go. Her life revolves around what I do, what I say, or even my beautiful girlfriend, who is a wonderful and unique person. Erica belongs only to me, and how perfect is it to date someone who only has eyes for you? I'm loving this new feeling she's introduced me to.

I thought about keeping quiet, taking every hit with my mouth shut. But it seems the more I despise a certain person, the more this certain person talk about me. Why are you so obsessed with me? Why are you so obsessed with the way my girl rides me? We've never done any of this, you've never been there. Stop lying.

You love posting songs for me, statuses for me, blogs for me, comments attacking me. So I'm going to leave you this gift right here, and I'm not going to give you any more attention. You started all this shit, and I'm hammering the final nail in that coffin. As you know, I don't talk to dead people.

Why are my comments closed? Because this isn't a circus, and I'm not a clown. I'm not a bully, I don't need affirmation from others, and I'm not a bitter teenager trying to destroy other people's lives.