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i don’t know.
and with those 3 words i have said too much. just a hug maybe, a hug when i need it. i need one now. it’s just that i don’t know, well i do, but i’m scared. i am so scared. i don’t want that, but if it’s what i get then so be it. if it’s as close to it as i’ll ever get then i guess i’ll take it. i don’t want to just accept it but, oh but taylor, you know what you’re talking about and for that i am sorry. you cant pity yourself though, but you know that if someone you loved told you what you thought then you’d be sorry too. you’re simply trying to be nice to yourself but this way is wrong. don’t ever be sorry for yourself, only acknowledge what’s going on and then get over it. you have to get over it. when will you get over it? why cant you get over it? please. please try. i’m begging you. stop closing your eyes and seeing it. stop thinking about the words. stop. just stop. breathe. can you do that? can you breathe slowly? slowdown for me please.