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- I could write a book with all the things I never said to you.
- its killing me inside fermehldyhide.
- Ill never get the chance
- but time helas but I still cannot heal from the hole
- whitch you ran through
- honestly this wasnt my intentions but I guess its just me making up
- for older sins and repensions.
- I got nothing now.
- but it still burns I tried healing this wound
- but everything i do to mend it
- spreads my infection causes me to create more sores
- corrupting my organs and spreading my infection upon other people
- only if you knew the damage you did
- but then again it dont matter anymore
- a year has passed and I am still stuck in the past.
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