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One last sorry, the last I think I will ever give to anyone.
I am sorry I have asked so much of you. I am sorry I have driven you on and on, through my pains and my life and my feelings and hopes. I'm sorry that I have so little to give back to you except for promises and different emotions. But I must ask this of you. You are my only chance and hope to break free, I have to take something from you. Just your actions. A sign that you care, even a little, about me. The turning page tells me that you care. And knowing that makes what I feel stronger too.
So I am sorry to beg. I am sorry to demand, to persuade.
But I need you. Right now, here, I need you.
Please.
Turn the page.
Let me out.