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Nov 2020
Why is there a time limit to hurting?
Why can't I cry anymore?
At what point did I go from pitied to pathetic?
When did everyone move out of the house and leave me to rot with the skeletons in the closet?
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Arianna  15/F/behind a screen
(15/F/behind a screen)   
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