I know you are leaving. My thoughts are racing trying to think of the words that you haven’t heard me say many times before. But you must know that I am sorry and I don’t want you to go. Give me a chance to explain how scared I am?
Please know you trigger all the insecurities that I feel about myself. Damn here I go once again blaming you for my problems…but wait please don’t …(slam). Slam the door in my face. I guess this is really it?
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