A tear slides down my face as I sit, collapsing into myself. I love you. Spit it out, im so unworthy of hearing that again, or saying it. Im sorry. This is my fault. I saw your face contort with anguish as I told you my sins. I scratch at my skin, trying to get any trace of other from me. I just want you. Im sorry im bad. Im sorry I make you
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anyway, am just about to start my day and my heart is crushed. it's a good thing there was the admission in the end. teehee... as long as they're together, am happy.
good luck in writing and may the muses always be with you!
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