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I loved him

God, did I love him

But at so myself too

My tangle of eht, and I kneas the same for Michael “Do you blame me?”

Michael turned, studying“I understand better now”

“That’s not what I asked”

“I can get past it” He sat up, deteret past it”

Wrong answer

Because while he was atteet past it, there would be ht lead to arguut me worse than anyone

I loved him So much

But as , I knew there was a part ofafter me

Too much blame

Too much hurt

And so more Guilt I still kept buried deep that wouldn’t release rasp

When Michael wasn’t around, I didn’t feel it And I didn’t want to feel it