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I didn’t mean to hurt you when I hurt myself . . . I didn’t mean to cause you any of this . . . because, nobody should have to deal with this . . . but, can I ask you this? have your wounds healed cause, mine still haven’t. I-I-I-I mean don’t get me wrong, I do, indeed, hate that you’re hurting but, see . . . it’s nice to finally have someone around who understands . . . perhaps, that’s why I did it. confessed all those things to you, told you everything on my mind knowing my mind is not one that is meant to ALWAYS be shared because of the damage it is capable of doing . . . I knew my strength, I knew my weakness, too, but I knew it’s strength, as well, and I did nothing to stop it cause - - WAIT NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND . . . ! I didn’t stop it cause I love you. no, wait, I love your presence! I don’t really know what it means to love a person. I love things. I’m used to things. These things have become my home. These things, they become my friends when I’m alone . . . I just wish you could understand . . .
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
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I didn’t mean to hurt you when I hurt myself . . . I didn’t mean to cause you any of this . . . because, nobody should have to deal with this . . . but, can I ask you this? have your wounds healed cause, mine still haven’t. I-I-I-I mean don’t get me wrong, I do, indeed, hate that you’re hurting but, see . . . it’s nice to finally have someone around who understands . . . perhaps, that’s why I did it. confessed all those things to you, told you everything on my mind knowing my mind is not one that is meant to ALWAYS be shared because of the damage it is capable of doing . . . I knew my strength, I knew my weakness, too, but I knew it’s strength, as well, and I did nothing to stop it cause - - WAIT NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND . . . ! I didn’t stop it cause I love you. no, wait, I love your presence! I don’t really know what it means to love a person. I love things. I’m used to things. These things have become my home. These things, they become my friends when I’m alone . . . I just wish you could understand . . .
thoughts of the past
#freewrite#thoughts#apologies
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 8:24 PM UTC
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