I won't really go, I know I won't go, and I am trying as hard as I can to voice this.
I am sorry, I am apologising the best way I can.
You have nursed me, I am proud of you. It's always been just the two of us, so cling on, keep me close and here and keep me sane because sometimes the energy flows and sometimes it dies. Ebbs and flows. Slows and dies.
You are welcome.
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