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Jul 2017
Being alone makes you, insane. Though I think most people misunderstand that word. Being alone allows me to explore parts of my mind that I never knew about. The dark, deep and fragile memories i have forced myself to forget are pulled up from the grave once laid in. Unintentionally reliving the days that ate away at my self esteem; the days where i spilled my own blood just to wave the essence of pain from my mind.
Feeling familiar now?
ASinRzSon
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ASinRzSon  24/M/This World.
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