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The Pain I Caused


Hun, I know your heart is bleeding right now and you don't know what to do anymore, but you can't
give this up. This is all my fault, trust me I know, and it kills me to know how much I hurt you.

I know it hurts, but you can't give up on us. We're far too close, far too infatuated with one
another to leave each other again. To be separated once again, would kill us both.

A few smudges on your name is what spurred me to call. Every other name was written in perfection, but only yours was unreadable.

Maybe it was fate pushing me back to you. Fate saying we needed each other.

Don't give up, sweetheart. I love you.

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