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I'm discontent with the things I do, and I can't change them for the life of me. I try to hard to be the perfect person for you but I can't, and I'm not blaming that on you, even though I usually do. I want so bad to say "it's over", so I can free you from my bullshit, but I'm more selfish than that. My hands are at a constant tremble, my eyes are blistering, my feet are numb and my heart is on the floor. I'm still the bad guy. There's no changing that.
I'm sorry. I mean it.
I'm sorry. I mean it.