What I Know to be True

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I hope you look at me and regret.
Regret hurting me, throwing it all away for selfish reasons.

I hope you feel shame for doing what everybody else did.

I hope you're falling apart at the seams.

Because I am.

I hope you understand why I feel this.

I hope you know why it hurt me so much for you to say goodbye.

I hope you realize why I had no choice but to walk away when all I wanted was to stay.

Because I don't.