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Jan 2015
I don't love him.     I don't love him.     I don't love him.
He hurt me.             He hurt me.             He hurt me.
Breathe.                     Breathe.                    Breathe.
I can't see what's to come, and that terrifies me.
I terrify me.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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