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What if this is it??!! Where do I go from here? I dont even know. at the moment I have this odd sort of complacanecy. Maybe because I know Icant rush this, I know Icant control it now. I hate this waiting game. I want to make things right. But I cant. If I could I would be doing so right now. I know flowers arent the answer, but I thought they would be a nice gesture. I guess not. Maybe I shold have picked a 400$ flower myself. I feel like I should just stop trying. But I dont want to! I just keep writing and writing... letters, cards, talking to poeople, i wrote a poem this morning. I admit it...
ITS ALL MY FAULT. IT WAS MY WRONG! IM SORRY!!!!!!!
ITS ALL MY FAULT. IT WAS MY WRONG! IM SORRY!!!!!!!