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I think you need to know that I forgive you for my sins.
I’m so sick of guilt as a form of gift giving.
I’ve never hated you, and never will
And I’m sorry that I let my pride say otherwise
I don’t want to be a stranger, and I’m really not the bitch
I pretend to be.
I’m sick with worry, and fear, and regret
Again. Can we stop? I’m sorry, so damn sorry
Please don’t laugh; I can’t take this now
It isn’t about you and me
It’s about change, and I do need to.
It’s not your fault; it never was
At the very least we shared the blame.
I’m transparent to you, if you care to look,
then please do, and satisfy yourself
with the fact I speak the truth.
I don’t want to hurt you, and I can’t take you hurting me
I’m more fragile than I thought.
I’m wide open here, and you can kill me with a glance.
Please Don’t.
End it here as friends, as it once was
Irrevocably different, but still the same
If you want it.
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