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It was never my intention to hurt you.
To see you cry kills me inside.
I will forever be haunted by my mistakes.

It had to be done.
Now I am free.
Alone, but free.

The loneliness is my suicide, my life.
The blackness is my light.
 
The rain sweeps across the land and
washes away the dust, but
for me it just waters my pain.
I feel it grow inside.

Emptiness.

I am sorry.