Long day today, full of dusty, haggard things that were dragged out of the mental closet and into view.
The She-Beast-somewhat hypocritically-told me earlier that sometimes you just have to let the past go. Water under the bridge, and all that.
Well, the bridge is burnt, and the water is thick and toxic with ash.
Color me bitter, if you must.
I can't forgive, and I won't ever forget.
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