In sooth, I know not why I am so sad:
It wearies me; you say it wearies you;

I have no idea why it always ends up like this. I really never meant for it to go this way. Perhaps i flared up because my passion was countered by your dispassion. And it sucks when emotions spin out of control, leaving me to lash out in helplessness.

It hurts you; it stifles me too.

I'm tired of all the drama. Wish I can recede into the shadows and mend my wounds.

We're both imperfect.

Here's an apology.

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