‘sad’
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I saw that.
I saw how you tried to manipulate me into feeling bad about leaving you.
I’m not sorry.
I am sorry that you forgot how alike we were.
Or more different than I thought.
Dear Mom,
I know you hate that I quit basketball,
But that wasn’t the beginning of my downfall.
Tearing my ACL broke me to pieces,
Put it back together but there are still creases.
