stab in the back
I want to rip my throat out so I can never say a thing like that again, tear off my fingers limb by limb.
Why did I just destroy one of the only things I care about? How could even think such selfish and cruel thoughts?
You are the strongest person I know, taking what I said and hardly letting it show. No apology will ever suffice, the pain I have caused in your life.
A side of me, not even I knew, a creep, an inconsiderate fool.
How do I make this right? Or is that already too late? I wouldn’t judge you if you are filled with hate.
Beat me, break me it’s what I deserve. Not a friend like you, not one I have hurt.
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