I know this isn't an excuse or a decent reason for anything, but I'm scared. Okay? If I could put my jumbled-up thoughts into words, then it might be easier for you to understand, but I can't and I'm scared and it's not your job to be there for me and I really am sorry.
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"You said you hate my suffering, and you understood,
And you’d take care of me.
You'd always be there.
Well, where are you now?"
I don't care and I could go anywhere with you.
:)
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