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Oct 2015
I remember like
and I remember love.

But, I can't remember when I became so full of hate.



Memories clouded by substances and manipulation.



Do I want this?
Brainwashed.


Wait, is it hate?
Maybe it's fear.




I think I'm afraid of you.
All over the place.
dyingonthefloor
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dyingonthefloor  Atlanta, GA
(Atlanta, GA)   
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