Once we were close, but there was a rift. She feels betrayed by me. She persecutes me and speaks ill of of me to my friends. Sometimes there is a grain of truth in her whisperings. At some level I know where she is coming from, and when she is at her worst she is at her most familiar.

To truly forgive her would be to totally forgive myself. She is the very soul of pain.

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