I am not perfect.
Please forgive me, because I'm not perfect.
I've hurt people. I hurt you many years ago, I hurt you just a couple of seconds ago.
I forgive you. I think I am ready to forgive you.
Because I really need to let you go. I need you to be dead. Completely dead.
I want to.
I demand it. I've already paid my share of pain. Now just let me go.
Please just let me go.
I am ready to go.
Please.
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