I say I'm sorry and you sigh. I know I'm not supposed to apologize. It's not my fault. But it feels like it. It feels like I'm giving you nothing and I take and I take and I take and I'm scared that one day you'll decide you're sick of me taking. I want to give you everything. I'm trying to give you everything. But I am so scared. Not of you. But of myself. Of my past, my scars, my memories. They rule me and I'm trying to break the chains but it hurts. They haunt me and I try to smile and think about ponies and I want to give you all of me. And I'm so so sorry that I can't. I'm sorry that I let this break me. I'm sorry. I'm sorry...
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PoetryA collection of my poems, rantings, and inspirations. Some may not be appropriate for all audiences.
