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I can't take the anger in your voice.

I was concerned for your, but you are all right.

That is good.

My relief at the sound of your voice was greater than you'll ever know.

It funny though in the end all I get from you is anger to my dismay.

I don't know what there is left for me to say.

I am here left open and AI don't know how to close myself.

I was scared out of my wits.

I was afraid you were dead or maimed or even slightly injured.

For two hours I called and when I get a confirmation that you are ok it comes out like this.

My mind is fuzzy and it hurts.

What is worst is that I can't put together a thought worth a penny.

My dislike for myself grew infinitely.

My thoughts are going no where.

I can't think, I can't talk and I can't express anything.

I don't need no fucking time.

That is all I want in the end though.

But in turn I don't get any so I act out, then I apologize.

What a vicious cycle.

No wonder I'm psycho.

I feel like your cutting me out and piecing him in.

But maybe you will take the knife to both of us.

I am Sorry!!!