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Oct 2018
How do you pretend not to care, yet all you wanna do is care? Put everything out of your mind, but it’s still the only thing you think about. I don’t enjoy this feeling of emptiness, I have no sense of control. Why the hell can’t I seem to find the will to let it all go? I don’t want to let it go yet but it’s the only way to end the pain. The guilt becomes all I see, even though I’m not to blame. The past comes back to haunt me more than anyone knows. And yet I can’t let it go.
Tia
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Tia  33/F/Brandon, Ms
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