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by luna-elora

I'm sorry I'm not the perfect wife. I'm sorry that all I do is sleep. I'm sorry I'm so depressed I'm sorry  I can't do anything right. I'm sorry I wanted to feel like I mattered. I'm sorry I made you angry. I didn't want to make you angry. Dear god How I didn't want to make you angry. I'm sorry I'm losing myself I'm sorry I couldn't just smile always. I'm sorry I cut a little bit.   They aren't deep.  I promise. Please don't be angry. that's what I'm scared of But what I'm scared of most. Is that you mean it when you said You didn't care what I did anymore. And these tiny cuts Will be the push. For you to want a divorce. I'm such a failure. I'm so fucking stupid. I fucked up the only love I'd find again. I didn't cut deeply because you'd be so mad if I did. You're still gonna be mad at me. I already know it. Please... Please don't be mad. I was bad.  I'll do better Just please. don't be mad
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