For Your Sake, I...
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Last published Tue, Feb 9, 2021
When I woke up in a bed of purple hyacinths, a beautiful woman with a benevolent smile held her hand out to me. She was a strange woman, who seemingly knew everything, but never told me anything. Instead, she watched over me, guiding me until I reached the truth.
"I'm sorry...and I love you."
If I knew this would've happened, it would've been better if I never remembered at all. I would've preferred to live in hatred, if it meant that you would be alive.
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