Why must you do this? I feel like I am watching you die, slowly, before my very eyes, but you won't even allow me to help you or to step in, or to intervene, or even to share what you're doing to me. I told you not to make me this person. Even though you're not drunk, falling off a boat hitting your head and drowning, you are doing the same thing. You're putting me in the same position. You are making me into that person I begged you never to turn me into. Part of me is really upset in that all I get to do is pray for you, it seems. And yet really, praying is the most powerful thing I can do to override you and save your life.
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