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We fight. We always fight. And it always ends in me leaving, Me yelling, me slamming the door, me crying. And I hate that I'm so hard to deal with, and I'm sorry... I yell. I always yell. And it always ends up in you pleading, you crying, you apologising, you shouting. And I hate it when you cry, and I'm sorry... You try. You always try. And it always ends with us crying, us hugging, us forgiving us talking. And I hate that it takes so long for me to say; 'I'm sorry.'
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
I'm sorry...
We fight. We always fight. And it always ends in me leaving, Me yelling, me slamming the door, me crying. And I hate that I'm so hard to deal with, and I'm sorry... I yell. I always yell. And it always ends up in you pleading, you crying, you apologising, you shouting. And I hate it when you cry, and I'm sorry... You try. You always try. And it always ends with us crying, us hugging, us forgiving us talking. And I hate that it takes so long for me to say; 'I'm sorry.'
dedicated to my sister grace, who has to deal with my explosive temper, my tears and my breakdowns. She is always there when I need her, and I rarely show her how much I care. So grace, if you're reading; I'm sorry. xxx
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Aug 10, 2017
Aug 10, 2017 at 6:05 AM UTC
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