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How am i suppose to give love? when i just got it myself?
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Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:06 AM UTC
love you?
I can feel the blood in my veins. Like cold steel. It rushes. But no pain. Only discomfort in my quiet disdain. And that trembling little voice sounds so desperate, he might as well be praying. So as the shaking erupts violently, my chest caves as I scream silently. The world sinks, it seems finally. Just like they told us it would: it all ends, in ways unwieldy.
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
Panic. Attack. Again