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I screwed up for the last time,
I asked for someone to kill,
the very mistake I am.
I hurt you again.

Even when I said I'd make this work,
I went back on my word.
What was I thinking?
I wasn't.

Your heart can no longer be broken.
My mistakes can no longer hurt you.
But that doesn't matter to me.
The very first time I hurt you does.

I want it all gone.
I want just you and me,
nothing else.
I want it all, to be a forgotten Memory. Ask me anything...

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