So maybe telling you all about how I felt was a grave mistake then. I thought I could seek refuge when I needed it, but it turned out that I had done something that really made you mad. I had no idea that you actually meant so much, that just a meagre few words from you could cause the tears to well up in my eyes. And I had to watch you just kill me with your words, and it didn't even matter to you? You have no idea how affected I was, and still is, just because of that attempt to try to get to you. And that maybe my matters and my affairs do not matter to you anymore, but surely, at least I do?
Let us not be like this?
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Andre
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You don't wear my chains
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