Spring was Ending

Fictional story.
A story written as an excuse to who I am to the person that loved me

A kind person to others but a devil at heart. I know I'm a terrible person. The worst part is I'm trying to be better, cause nothing will ever change what a monster I was.
because my biggest fear is that one day you will see me the way I see myself.
One day if you find out I wrote this, please don't find me.

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