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Aug 2014
Oh you sweet little thing,
I apologize to myself.
But depression doesn't knock on soul, before smashing everything to a complete mess.
Oh my, sweet little thing.
I've hurt myself the most, convincing a soul too weak that it can actually live strong.

I'm sorry, pretty me.
I just never knew how destructive my life could be!
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Phairy  Nightmare
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