everything I do and everything I say seems as though it's never good enough, a simple I am sorry for an honest small mistake cannot be taken as a form of love, if I make mistakes I offer to make it right but it's way to late for that it's already done, I always thought that life was way too short to fight but it seems as though I'm the only one, she does make an mistakes like anybody else but I don't cause a hassle unlike her I'd rather be content instead of getting bent and all this senseless yelling is absurd with all the world unraveling and morales completely gone you'd think she's want to give up the petty stuff but with that being said she just turns her head and acts as though she never was me she loved
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