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I don't even know what to say anymore.
It was going okay. Things were looking up. I was starting to get better. We were starting to get better. The pieces were picked up, it just came down to setting them all back into place.
But now it's back to square one. I tried to be nice. I felt threatened, everything felt wrong. But I tried to be a nice guy, because my mom raised me right, and because...well, I'm just really not an asshole.
Now the pieces are everywhere again, and they're broken again. Picking up isn't going to be easy when both of us are at the bottom.
I'm going to fix this.
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