I know I'm not perfect, no way near, but I try each day, I see what I do, I hear what I say, then I ask why? Why are you being so mean, why are you using those words, why are you being so hurtful, that's not love, what am I doing? it's not suppose to be like this. I'm not sorry, nor am I apologizing, cause I've done nothing wrong. I'm not being kind, caring, or loving it's not you, I haven't been these things to myself, I'm trying to shake it, but going about it the wrong way, this isn't me, it isn't my heart. This is my letter to you
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