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a simple thing that happened today:
Aimee and I resolved our differences.. she approached me under a flag of truce, and we both admitted the wrongs we'd inflicted upon each other
I was wrong for the things I said about her. I judged her for the actions that I'd experienced with others, and that was a mistake.
Aimee brought forth the worst that my limited writing talents could produce. It wasn't her fault for that. It was my fault.. my weakness to allow that to spring forth, and the black seeds that those in my past who had decided to plant in me, that produced what I'd written. Anything good in her that might exist, I overlooked because I didn't want to look, and now that time is over. It is my sincere hope, that she will do the same.
The war is over, much to my relief. You may all come out of your respective bunkers.
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