Dear--,
I need to tell you what I intend to do... I feel like I'd be betraying you if I didn't.
Even if you don't care anymore.
It kills me, but it's my strength. It gives me strength to still speak with you and pretend everything is alright. So that I'm not being stabbed in the heart with your every word... though perhaps it only numbs the pain. Heh. I don't know.
-ht
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