The raging inferno had been quelled. It wasn’t long until help came from the air. I finally saved myself.
I don’t want to drown when I know I can swim. I’m not mad anymore at him.
Hurt people need to hurt. Hurt people need to be first. Hurt people gather piles and piles of dirt…I’m not mad anymore; I’m sorry your head is so hurt.
I’ve been tossed in enough currents to know when to duck the torrential blows. I’ve been fighting long enough to survive you, you know.
I hate that you’re trapped in a broken sail boat. You haven’t practiced with enough compasses to navigate this.
I’m no longer mad, I’m just disappointed to have let you down again. I thought you found your way out in me…but my ego got the best and you didn’t want me to be.
I’m sorry you are lost and I want you to have my map…i never wanted you to go under like that. But you threw me overboard and decided you didn’t need me anymore.