I looked down at my scuffed shoes and shook my head. The tears that had been welled up inside me starting to slip down my cheeks in fat drops as I whispered, "I can't do this anymore. "
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"I'm broken Christian. You don't want me." She told me, tears falling from her beautiful face.
"You're right I don't want you," I started. "Blair I need you."