I still don't know how to put it to you. I'm sorry. I'm trying to think of it.
I hate this part these parts right here.
The part where it is as though I'm begging for it.
The part where it is as though I still didn't tried to understand enough on my part.
The part where it is as though I'm not important.
Most of all, the part where I don't know how to express myself... because this would only make the you think that I didn't bother to understand you at all. And I hate it because it's not like that.
I can understand all the greater enlightened meanings there are. But I am only Henry. Would you answer this fervent prayer?
Right now, I don't feel okay.
And it's also time that I stop using fatigue as a plaster to prevent infection and further injuries.
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