You told me you were clinically depressed, and that I was the only person you trust. That was your secret; here's mine.
When you called to tell me this, I thought you were crying because you had found out I'm cheating on you again.
I keep hurting you deliberately. I'm so sorry. I love you. I don't know why I do it either.
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