Another open letter...

I wish I could fix everything by telling you how sorry I am

That it's selfish of me to decide what's best for you

Especially after everything I put you through

But I know my words don't mean sh*t.

And it kills me that I couldn't do just ONE THING AND STAY

When I know you would've done anything for me.

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