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Right now, I hate myself. Every last inch. Inescapable panic. I wont cry in front of you. No sir. I feel like cutting off a limb, so that I might be closer to getting away from myself somehow. I want to get rid of a piece of this awful mess. Where can I go? Everywhere I go Im alone. I know that not what I need right now. I cant afford to take any more steps backwards. How many steps have I really even taken forward? Fuck. |
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