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Aug 2014
I've spent every long night of my existence pondering the possibility of escape. But what is there beyond the hurt and rage and hopelessness that haunts my every thought? Emptiness. Emptiness so numbing and greedy you start to crave the hurt. You start to crave the touch of death that gave you meaning.
-Forever, Raine
Cece Raine
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