I'm scared of losing control. I'm scared that I'll pick up those scissors and do what I've been trying to hard to fight. It's all because of you, you've made me like this: scared, lonely, deperate - for some kind of release; some kind of heaven from this hell.

You've made me afraid of my myself and I'll never forgive you but...you know what makes this all so hard?

That I still love you, always have and always will.
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