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Nov 2014
It's not that I don't value your words, it's that I can't believe them.
I don't deserve them.
Don't you see how deep my sadness runs inside of me?
The despair I possess -- that possesses me -- is the blackness of my core.
I produce only ruin and darkness.
Not the good kind.
I'm so sorry.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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