You tore me apart and tried to put me back together, but the damage has been
done, and you can't take it back, you can try all you want but it
won't be enought. The pain you've caused me won't go away.
The wounds you've made won't heal. Instead they will scab over,
and I'll pick at them. They will turn into scars. But the scars will
never be seen, the only way they'll known is through the memory of how
they came to be. Will you care about me if I don't forgive you? Will
you stay with me until I do? Will you leave if we're mad? If you truly
care, then you won't. You say you do, but how can I be sure you really
mean it? I love you, I turly do, but I wanna know do you love me too?
 
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