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It certainly doesn't help that you never had a chance to fully open up with him. There's still so much he never found out regarding my dear.
Well.. come and take your favorite seat. You can cry on my shoulder, as per usual.
dear.
I would love to believe you would reassure me, and pepper my face with kisses until I can't help but laugh.
I would love to believe you would grab my wrist and hold me down, until I let go of the knife.
I would love to believe.
that you really loved me.
but I think we both know.