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Nov 2015
The saddest thing is that every boy that I have ever opened up to or trusted has unintentionally taken a piece from me. And now Im slowly but surely a wreckage that passing cars slow down to stare at. Wondering when the rescue team will arrive and where they will even begin. It kills to feel more like  a possession than a person.
*-3am Thoughts by KP
Paige
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