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My Dear I feel like I'm going mad. And I fear I won't recover this time. I'm doing the only thing sensible... to me atleast. I feel regret as soon as I've done it, but I know the feeling of relief is stronger than the guilt. The guilt for hurting you, for not being there for you. For quitting with a whole life ahead of me. So I'm saying sorry, I hope that one day you will be able to forgive me. And I just wan't to tell you that if I were to live that long I know that I would regret it. But mostly I would regret hurting you. ~ Your's truly ~ | ||||||||||||||
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