I'm sorry that I hold on,
I'm sorry that I'm unbearable at best.
Maybe you should just stay away,
Cuz I'm getting weaker everyday.
I guess I'm not as strong as I used to be.
And if you use me again,
It will be the end of me.
I don't know why I get like this.
I'm a mess.
But if you only knew,
You wouldn't judge me like this.
The thoughts inside my head,
Are uncontrollable at best.
But I'll work on it,
I promise you this.
Ill let you go.
I'll forget this.
It will be as if the memory never did exist.
Eventually,
I'll control this.
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