John
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i wasn’t ready to have to go through this again, yet, for you. the wounds from the first still reek of fresh death; someone who, although they thought it, could not make decisions for you. i am hurting for you from the past, the one that does not involve me, with her, this second. she who certainly can make choices in your name, she who decides for you. i cannot save you, for your life is hers and my life is mine, but **** do i want to. don’t let her have it, this, us; whatever we are. i was finally comfortable around you, again.
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