Fight For You |#Wattys2018
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"Why won't you just let me in," She pushes.
"How will I know you can handle my past? I'm the reason why those people are dead. I'm the reason my best friend is dead. Can you handle knowing that I was responsible for their deaths? I still can't handle it. The guilt eats at me each day! I go to a Therapist for God's sake!"
"How do you know I can't? You won't even try to explain anything."
"Like you won't? Who is that person at that grave you are always at? What happened to you? If you're willing to fight for me, why won't you let me fight for you?"
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