I've got a thing with confrontation (just like how you have a thing for liars)

Peel back my skin and they'll reveal something no one and everyone is waiting to see.
Like open heart surgery. (it's not as gruesome as it sounds)
Just look.
It's not broken.
It's just a ball of raw feelings.
Pass the scalpel.
Pour the butane, it's supposed to burn.
Sew the stitches, we've done all we could do.
Now all we can do is wait.

Sorry means you won't ever do it again. You can thank your lucky stars that no one ever uses the word sorry for what it's worth.

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