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The more I need you, the further you withdraw. You punish me for a mistake I made. Forever craving a tiny ounce of affection which you continue to deny me. Alone and wishing for a second chance. You know I'd never hurt you, but you refused to accept my apologies. Slit wrists, warm water and a darkness that never redeems me.

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