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It's always the same thing over and over.
I always make it bigger than I should.
We all do.
But I'm happy, that's all that matters right?
Happiness?
I hate patterns.

Youth

She kept insisting that it was okay
"No, no, it's okay, it's okay, really"
On and on she went, until I started.

"I've come to the realization that I never really apologized for how poorly I treated you. I keep apologizing for the same thing over and over, but I never really apologized for what truly tore us apart."

"And what's that?"
She asked.

"I'm sorry for having shown you the beast I really am."