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and for once the darkness was comforting i used to be scared of the dark, the stillness, the silence scared of the monsters who hide in the...
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Sometimes I feel like I'm getting worse again. Worse and better at the same time. Worst in the sense I want to die. Maybe more than ever...
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the sound of my bag is loud as i place it on the floor the chair legs scream as i drag it out from under the table if you would only look ...
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the cold wind blows but the suns somehow warm my head says be in it but my heart is all torn the hesitation in your voice the sweet smell of...