Not so subtle art of giving a fuck

I am not your mother, I am certainly not your father. Don’t give me all the responsibilities that you need to take care of.

Sometimes… sometimes I want to say “Fuck it” and burn all the bridges. But there are other people, beautiful people on the other side of the bridge. People that he takes control of.

At some point, I will say “Hell with it.” and will burn all the bridges. People who will stay at my side of the bridge, will be the ones that I will move on with.

Somewhat tragic, but true.

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