Every time you tip that bottle I can feel it. It's like for every sip you take, a piece of me dies. I can't stand the way I make you feel. But I do it anyways. I can't tell you how I feel because..well, it just wouldn't work. Everything would fall apart. Everything we worked so hard to build. All the fights we had to battle just to get to where we are. It would all be for nothing. But I have to. It has to happen. There's no way around it. I love you, but..
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