I’ve always been the servant of a single master- and hell with all else. But I’m selfish, proud and possessive.

What can you do when the only person you actually give a damn about stops looking your way?

But it was still my fault.

But I was young and insane and jealous and vindictive.

And it was still my fault.

And it will always be my fault.

I have no excuse.

Mea Culpa.

Mea maxima culpa.

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