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Oct 2014
You tell me it can't hurt. But you know not. That even when things doesn't happen, it hurts anyway.
The pain exist, even when the thing causing it doesn't.
But I pretend. I pretend everything is okay.
And the thought of that being the only thing I can do, scares me to death.
Written by
notforever
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   Atlantis
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