I'm not entirely sure I can handle this stuff. I force my eyes into tunnel vision in a hope to ignore all the negative things you so openly wave in front of my face. I look through to the beautiful parts of you; of us.
The vision is getting very, very narrow, and once it closes completely, I won't see anything... not even the beautiful parts.
That is when I'll walk away.
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