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Feb 2018
Sometimes I wish that he'd just listen to me, you know? Like, all I'm trying to do is just tell him what he should feel.. Or rather, how I feel.

I wanted to talk to him, ask him about all the darkest pain she felt whenever he held her hand, touched her mind. She wouldn't let me SPEAK to anyone.

But I needed to speak. And October listened.

I'm not sorry she did.
Hidden Glace
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Hidden Glace  19/M/Wherever You Will Go
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