If this picture was going to be symbolic, or metaphoric, or whatever crap they force feed us these days, I would be the grapes getting squashed as you stomped all over me.
I hope your pleased with yourself for obtaining all that you ever aimed to achieve, despite how many people you may have trodden on to reach this state of pleasure.
And now I am blaming myself, because I find that more fulfilling than blaming you when you won't care. Thank you for coming in and turning my world on its head, changing the way I saw myself and those around me and changing my perspective on life in general. Thank you for taking my heart and squashing it like a thousand grapes for a winery.
You got what you wanted, then you walked away just as you planned.
Congratulations, I hope this feels great.
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