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Mar 2014
Loving me is like trying to venture into the deep, cavernous wasteland of the shattered pieces of my soul. I seriously don't know what will be left of you when you return...a hollow shell of a human being when someone like me has disposed of you.
Loving me is going to end with the essence stolen from your very being. Not a very charming proposition, but there it is.
HA. DELVE INTO THAT ONE, THERAPISTS! I'd like to see you try.
Seriously...anyone?
*sigh*, A girl can hope, right?
Evelynn Hohenbrink
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Evelynn Hohenbrink
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