200

200.

200 rambles, prayers, letters, rants, memories.

 200 is a great deal.

 not everyone has read everything, but that's how i chose it to be.

 i hope this will help you to forget the bond we share.  maybe you'll hate me.  i half hope that happens, because it's easier to stop liking someone who you know doesn't return the feelings.  my whole life is proof of that.

 this hurts to do.  it hurts to write.

 please be happy.  please be okay.  you're being torn apart, and it's all my fault.  i don't want this to happen to you.  i'm scared.  but i want you to be okay, more than anything.
please never run away.

 i don't want to be the one who breaks you.  i'm so scared i will.

 --8.6.17

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