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Irony is: Self-Control

I spent years looking for ways to shut the voice up and now that it's worked I'm more alone, more empty than I've ever been. I thought I would know myself when I quieted myself and now the silence inside is driving me insane. Will she ever come back?
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Written by
thetryhard
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Apr 27, 2015
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