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WickedHope Jan 2015
I don't love him.     I don't love him.     I don't love him.
He hurt me.             He hurt me.             He hurt me.
Breathe.                     Breathe.                    Breathe.
I can't see what's to come, and that terrifies me.
I terrify me.
WickedHope Dec 2014
I've been around
people
for too long
to have*
friends*.
I hate people, and I'm afraid of them.
Yet I'm terrified of my own loneliness.

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