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I just don't care.
Say what you will.
I'm not listening.
You ignored me.
I ignore you.
It's all I have ever known.
And I hate it all.
Looking at you. 
Looking at me.
Both heals dug in.
Neither are going down without a fight.
But I will no longer fight.
Ground is gained then immediately lost.
It all has to stop somewhere.
It might as well be with me.
Cut me off.
Cut me down.
Forgotten with history.
Omitted.
Deleted.
Erased.
And it suits me just fine.

SCOTT DAVID BUCKLEY-(05/12/2012)