my buddy asked me to meet you in his place. i can't. i lack the strength and the courage to face you, to face reality. you don't love me. i know. i don't need to hear you say it again. be it another brutal frisbee illustration or something akin to the i-don't-want-to-see-you-get-hurt effect. no matter how hard you tried to be sensitive, it wouldn't have been any less painful. he insisted that i see you in order to close the circle. to forget. i can't. not yet. not when i don't understand any of it. i don't deserve the deception. you didn't trust me with the truth. i had to find out what little i know on my own. you didn't treat me like a friend or a sister in Christ. you don't know my worth. i was bought with blood.
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