I believed in you from a distance,
when you were at your worst.
I wish I had a part in you now.
The worst of it is your legacy of pain.
If I hold on now, I'm bound to hurt forever,
with the searing pain of red-hot shackles:
Asking what drove you to it,
why you drove yourself,
and alone!
You jumped!
Now I have to let go.
I, who made the mistake of believing
that you knew exactly what you were doing.
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