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Mar 2015
Who* do I think I am, still trying, caring?
What is wrong with me that I cut myself up,
then complain that I bleed?
Where does the self pity and need cease?
When I don't even want you anymore
,
Why does it have to hurt?

How *does this keep happening
?
The **** is my deal.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)   
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       Renee, Gavin Barnard and WickedHope
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