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Dear Tired Friend,
I know you're sick of me hurting you. Confusing you. Leaving you bruised and battered and hidden so that no one will know the ache you feel. I'm sorry for getting so attached so that it hurts when everything's gone. I'm sorry for lying to you about what's really going on. I know I made you believe the worst things. Some things weren't even close to the truth. I made promises to you I couldn't keep. I opened doors to be closed against the wind. I broke your spirit and filled you with regret. I made you a prisoner in your own home. I was stupid, pathetic, selfish, a whore, a cheat, a bitch, a ----
let's start this again....
Dear Self,
I am so sorry.
Love,
Laura