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I thought you had stopped.

Honest to god, I thought you had.

And it wouldn’t be bad if you didn’t

But I do just wish you would tell me

Because the blame that rises in my chest

Doesn’t fall on you

And you have no reason to fear that.

I blame myself.

I don’t allow you to speak and I need to shut up about my problems

F* my problems

Yours are more important

So from here on out, I promise

I HAVE NONE.

I thought you would stop.

Honest to God, I thought you

Would

Stop.

And it’s ok that you’re still doing this

I’m impartial to your flaws

But not your problems.

No.

— The End —