i can't distract myself from this pain. the wound keeps pouring, it's not clotting. there's a smoldering hole where my heart was. i've been given up on.



i wish i would have known things had reached this point before everyone else did. i'm always the last to know.







i just want to crawl under a fucking rock and fucking die.



i can't plead my case. what good would it do anyways, i already lost.



i'd give anything for this to have never happened.
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