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1 comment:
August 20, 2006
I fell too quick for him. I hurt
myself. the masochist that I am.
this all happened too fast. too
quick. I need to ween. stay
away from him. I can't. so
dear to me. can't escape. No
choice but to fall deeper.
Too good to be true. I can't
understand. I won't. No
point but to embrace it.
there is no light. No fucking
light at the end of the
tunnel. Fend for myself.
expect the worst.
Just let go.
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