That was a statement. It wasn't an opinion attached to some dormant emotion, made bitterly in an attempt to make you feel guilty for all the times you've let me down. You no longer have power over me, your spiting words and cutting remarks leave no scars, they only allow me to bury deeper the feelings of compassion and love I once felt for you.
It was a statement made by a girl who has learnt that no man can ever make her feel less than a woman. It was a statement meant to explain how and why we fell, I wanted to detail the thing that ripped us so permanently apart, to identify the element of you that destroyed all that was left of us.
It was a statement filled with nothing but truth, it wasn't laced with hurt or regret; it was a statement that I stand by – your temper was the end of us.
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