i can't concentrate or pay more focus to what's ahead of me, either. all i did was staring at what i had seen, finding clues, asking for helps, and it made me feel even more terrible. i dropped a tear everytime i remembered them, everytime i saw them.
fragile, i just want to hold and tell you how much i want to make you feel safe.
i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry. and i wish i could tell them to you. straight, to the point. and if it must end with us crying, so be it.
i'm sorry, i really do.
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