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"You're shit.  You're fucking shit."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear it, you're not doing it again."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
"You're never going to do it again."
"I'm so sorry."
"Never.  Again."
"I'm so sorry not anymore never ever."
"Never.  Again."
"Nope nuh-uh not ever."
"Anyone gonna know?"
"No one will, no one!!"
"That's what you said the last time, you lying piece of shit.  You want to fucking tell me the truth this time?"
"I'm sorry!!"
"Never.  Again."
"I won't tell anyone, ever, ever!!  Promise!"
"Good.  Now get the fuck out of my room.  I can't stand to look at you anymore, okay?  You fucking make me sick."
"I make you sick?"

I make you sick?  I make you fucking sick?  Do I just make everyone fucking sick?  Do I just ruin everything around me?  Is the world just eroding around me?  Do I make conrete sick?  Do I make drugs sick?  Do I make my clothes sick?  What the fuck is wrong with me!?  I didn't mean to be this way, I don't want to make anyone sick.  It's not my fault, is it?  It can't be my fault, I didn't want this to happen.  I didn't want to be like this.

"What am I like?"
"Well, you're just weird.  You have such a huge ego!!  I guess that's just why no one likes you."
"Oh...  I don't want it to make you feel bad though."
"No, no, it doesn't."

It's going to make her feel bad.  It's going to make her feel horrible.  It's going to destroy everything.

"You told."
"I didn't meant to tell! I didn't want to!! It's been years, I forgot!!"
"We don't forget promises like that, idiot."
"You always forgot your promises."
"Fuck that, I didn't make any promises to you."
"But you said -"
"Fuck what I said.  The point is you're a god damned lying fuck.  And you're going to pay for it."

"And here we are paying for it.  'Been paying for it for 20 something years, all of us.  Anything you can do to give me back some time, ease my pain, healer-boy?"
He smiled at me.
I told him.
"I'll do what I can, man.  I'll do what I can."

And that's what I've been doin'.  3 years, just-a-workin' my ass off, doin' what I can.  But can I do anything anymore?  Damn, things have changed with people.  So much shit wrong with em nowadays.  Healer?  Me?  Sure.  I like the thought of that.  There's money to be made there, people to help, people to save.  So much god-damn healing to do.  Heh.  At least I'll never run out of work.

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"You're shit.  You're fucking shit."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
"I don't want to hear it, you're not doing it again."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
"You're never going to do it again."
"I'm so sorry."
"Never.  Again."
"I'm so sorry not anymore never ever."
"Never.  Again."
"Nope nuh-uh not ever."
"Anyone gonna know?"
"No one will, no one!!"
"That's what you said the last time, you lying piece of shit.  You want to fucking tell me the truth this time?"
"I'm sorry!!"
"Never.  Again."
"I won't tell anyone, ever, ever!!  Promise!"
"Good.  Now get the fuck out of my room.  I can't stand to look at you anymore, okay?  You fucking make me sick."
"I make you sick?"

I make you sick?  I make you fucking sick?  Do I just make everyone fucking sick?  Do I just ruin everything around me?  Is the world just eroding around me?  Do I make conrete sick?  Do I make drugs sick?  Do I make my clothes sick?  What the fuck is wrong with me!?  I didn't mean to be this way, I don't want to make anyone sick.  It's not my fault, is it?  It can't be my fault, I didn't want this to happen.  I didn't want to be like this.

"What am I like?"
"Well, you're just weird.  You have such a huge ego!!  I guess that's just why no one likes you."
"Oh...  I don't want it to make you feel bad though."
"No, no, it doesn't."

It's going to make her feel bad.  It's going to make her feel horrible.  It's going to destroy everything.

"You told."
"I didn't meant to tell! I didn't want to!! It's been years, I forgot!!"
"We don't forget promises like that, idiot."
"You always forgot your promises."
"Fuck that, I didn't make any promises to you."
"But you said -"
"Fuck what I said.  The point is you're a god damned lying fuck.  And you're going to pay for it."

"And here we are paying for it.  'Been paying for it for 20 something years, all of us.  Anything you can do to give me back some time, ease my pain, healer-boy?"
He smiled at me.
I told him.
"I'll do what I can, man.  I'll do what I can."

And that's what I've been doin'.  3 years, just-a-workin' my ass off, doin' what I can.  But can I do anything anymore?  Damn, things have changed with people.  So much shit wrong with em nowadays.  Healer?  Me?  Sure.  I like the thought of that.  There's money to be made there, people to help, people to save.  So much god-damn healing to do.  Heh.  At least I'll never run out of work.