She questioned my weakness.
I didn't have an answer or a solution. I knew I failed myself, and that, in itself, disgusted me. I was supposed to have the strength, at least enough to sustain self-promises, but no, I let you walk in here and take it all away. You're a great person, but it threatens me. And I hate threats.
I blame you, but I will find a way to clear it up. Soon enough.
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