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The house is empty. As am i. I can feel the emptiness inside me.      I love being alone. But not like this. The feeling of betrayal chips at me      threatening to reveal my true character.      What will they think of me then.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
EMPTY
The house is empty. As am i. I can feel the emptiness inside me.      I love being alone. But not like this. The feeling of betrayal chips at me      threatening to reveal my true character.      What will they think of me then.
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Jul 23, 2017
Jul 23, 2017 at 3:27 PM UTC
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