Im sorry

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You tell me how alone you feel
And I say I'm right here.
You tell me how I'm not there physically and how we barely ever get to see each other.
I'm sorry for that. I miss you.
Tears pour out of my eyes and run down my cheeks like razors as I begin to get overwhelmed.
I can no longer make you smile.
So I begin to fight fire with fire.
I'm only making it worse.
Our friendship is becoming toxic and I don't know how to stop it.
I then say,
sorry I can't make it okay.

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