It's like once I start to hurt you're done. yet countless months I would do my best to cheer you up, hold strong. And the moment I break, the moment I stumble, you give up. Not that I'd necessarily want anything different. Becca's crying on the step, and you leave because it's too much. Maybe I'm just different. Maybe my problem is that I just can'
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You know you can call me at any hour for any reason, and you know that I don't want the ring back. If you don't care anymore, then just tuck it away somewhere, and maybe at some point you'll want it again.
I hope that you're alright. Don't worry about shit w/ me. it's fine...you have much more important things to worry about.
-me.
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