I know I have to forgive... I have to grow up and accept that I'm not gonna see them the same way ever again. That I can't force myself to see them as before... that I can't treat them as before.
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I have to accept they have parts of me. And even though I hate them they'll never hate me... Ironic that I was the one loving them more before but in the aftermath they showed to be the ones not forgetting me. And maybe I'll be the one forgetting them instead. But that's their own consequence.
