Letter to myself.

Dear me,
I am sorry.
I am sorry that you tried so desperately to fix others , when your own hands were shaking.
I am sorry that I didn't give you enough time to heal, that I let you seal the wounds of everyone else whilst your own were bleeding. 
I'm sorry that there were days when smiling hurt but you forced yourself to laugh so that no one had to worry
about you. I'm sorry that you gave all of your time and effort to people that didn't give the same amount back. I'm sorry that there were nights when you cried yourself to sleep and no one bothered to understand why. I am sorry that you were dependent on them , expectations kills but you produce them although.
And I am so sorry that I did not love you, like you deserved to beloved.

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