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 Sep 2015
L
I feel so stupid to have ever have loved you
 Sep 2015
L
I want to smash every mirror
with these bloodied knuckles
so that I never have to bear
the sight of my own
pain
 Sep 2015
Z
your impulses shall land you in your own inapt reality:


**ALONE
everything's turning to **** honestly, and I don't know what to do
 Sep 2015
Z
never really happy, only occupied.
December 10th.

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