I don’t know about him. It’s just the guilt that’s killing me. Honestly, if you were over me and don’t give a fuck about me like you say you don’t, you would be willing to tell me that to get me out of your life for good. I’ve manned up to my actions. Now, you have to man up and talk to me and just get things over with.

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