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It's been 2 years, and I find out tonight you haven't forgiven me for nearly killing myself. 2 years is a long time to be mad. And to hide it. Of course now I can't stop crying and I know I won't sleep. Why do I get the feeling I'm standing on the edge of watching you walk away. You say I have to figure out what I'm supposed to do for myself, because if you tell me, there's no point; but I've done everything. I've apologized, I've tried to make it up to you. I've done everything you've asked of me. What's there left to do? I don't understand and you won't tell me.
Oh God, why did I even bring this up with you? I hurt myself too you know! More than you'll ever understand.
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