M, tell me things will be alright. Tell me you were wrong. Tell me you still want me, and want to make our relationship work. Tell me you want me back, and tell me things will be back the way they were.

Even if they’re all lies, just tell me, M. Even if it’s all make-believe, tell me you haven’t given up on me.

I can’t do this otherwise. I can’t. I’m breaking.

I’m breaking.

 

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