"Pain is more like a novel not a chapter. I've experienced it, knowingly I'd leave it alone, but it seeked me. It needed me to help him, why'd I trip over a foot I couldn't step over?....I dont know. Some people say it's only a chapter, but it will always be a story for me. 
There are different kinds of pain; some may come and go, when others will haunt you forever. When they say stop, and you don't listen. When you say, "I'm sorry but in alone" you hope they understand that on the inside you're alone, not the outside. It's so likely for me. To scare people away. Annoy them to death. I'm sorry I pulled the string to hard, I'm sorry I threw the bat, but most of all I'm sorry I betrayed what I had. Now while I cry, when I'm shaking and cold; but mostly alone, tonight, please remember I loved your smile more than your frown. Your hair and your nose. I loved your everything. And it hurts, cause I scared away all I had. Call me dramatic and call me delusional, but I can't help who I am. And I'm deeply saddened that my lips are quivering and chapped; because I made the mistake. I understand you hate it. You hate everything. You may even hate the scars that are still noticeable from the inside cause they're everywhere. I should've told you, that I loved you more often. But it doesn't matter. I am a monster. I am. Read this carefully; because I'm gone cx I love you more and more each day; but this book will die someday."
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