I reach out to you. I blurt that I am doing destructive things yet again. I try to find a safe place within your arms. But instead of holding me close, you walk away. This burden is not yours to carry apparently. I don't want to blame you for it but I do. I love you more than I love myself. And its killing me to know that you don't want a broken me.
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