I will admit it. I will be the first one to admit it. I done fucked up. I don't need someone in an office with a degree to help others to tell me I fucked up. I don't need a friend of mine to tell me I fucked up. I don't need you to tell me I fucked up. Because I now know that I fucked up this time. Our relationship was more my fault than yours. I was too focused on everything around us and too focused on everything else but you. When I look back, I was too focused on everything except seeing how you felt most of the time. I do regret doing that. I really do regret it. I am really sorry. I know actions speak louder than words, but if I had another chance, I would make it right. I would make it all right.
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