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Love, I am sorry that when I abandon myself, I tend to abandon you, too.

I am sorry that whenever I detach myself from the world, I tend to detach from you, too.

I am sorry that I needed time to heal myself without including you.

I don't want you to hurt with me. I don't want you to suffer with me. Because this  is the burden I shall only carry myself. A pain I shall bear on my own.

So love, if I ever happened to fail saving myself, I, atleast, was able to save you.

vii: “the breaking”

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