If you wanna go, Hubby. Go.
Go without feeling.
But look around you before you do go.
Notice that there's Nothing here that's yours?
Nothing that You 'put there'.
It's all mine. Me. So many examples. So why should I be the one who goes?
What?
Do you think you're here because I Made you be here?
Wake up.
Take my tit out of your mouth.
And grow the Fuck Up.
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