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The sacrifice. The pain. Endless tears shed for nothing. Caught between the blankets In a panic room. Suicidal, then asleep, then manic-narssicistic. Demanding, domineering, Taking what you want And chucking it away. Force is not a virtue, Nor is it a characteristic. It's a curse, boy. One I ought to break.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 6:08 AM UTC
Ought To
The sacrifice. The pain. Endless tears shed for nothing. Caught between the blankets In a panic room. Suicidal, then asleep, then manic-narssicistic. Demanding, domineering, Taking what you want And chucking it away. Force is not a virtue, Nor is it a characteristic. It's a curse, boy. One I ought to break.
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Aug 29, 2022
Aug 29, 2022 at 6:08 AM UTC
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