Hey, I'm sorry.
I'm not holding an empty wine glass with eyes full of tears,
And I'm not inside my bathroom with the door locked,
neither is the pillow on my bed outside wet,
and no I did not empty the bucket and then turn on the tap to fill it again,
my hands are not shaking, my throat doesn't hurt, I don't feel like screaming, and I don't mind being disturbed.
But hey, I am sorry.
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