I want you to trust me and to tell me of your pain. I wont tell a soul. I just want to help. You begin to speak, telling me all your pain. I begin to be frightened of all that you gone through, but I don't show because you don't and for you there real painful memories being played over and over again while for me there just scenes like from a movie only I know the truth. I feel terrible for making you say, making them come into play. Will you forgive me? I didn't know the pain.
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