[Benyah]

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I could not grant you all that you desired.
It hurts me more, knowing I am the one entrusted to do right by you. It seems I have only ever done wrong.
I could write a million letters to each of you, of this soul-crushing pain I feel. But you wouldn't read it, for you are dead, estranged or long gone. 

I won't alienate you, but my heart burns. Lately, I have been feeling ill… In many ways. 
You shouldn't remember me, the person who has brought you such agony. I'd like to say I knew the right way.
But thirteen years in, I'm still learning how to do the right thing, and I'm fearing there is not much more of a path to thread.

Not a life I desire to live, anyway. Not anymore.

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