《Letters To Gerard. [Frerard]》The Fifteenth Letter.
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I thought you'd stop this. Fool on me yet again.
I thought things would be okay. What a joke. Things haven't been okay with us for ages.
If I wasn't so heart-wrenchingly in love with you, I would've left by now. If I didn't care about you so much, I would've left you to rot. If I didn't depend on you, I would've ran. It sounds harsh, but it's the truth.
Now I don't believe a word you say. You just decided that it was okay to leave again.
I don't care.
I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't care I don't -
Who's gonna be the next to knock on the door, Gerard?
Mikey?
Bert?
The police?
Speaking of which...
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