Bleeding
I ripped it apart, everything. It's what I'm good at, right?
Nothing like reading...
Nothing like feeling...
There is a moment right between when what you think is true becomes what you know is true. It's like your breath catches and you squeeze your eyes tight and try to hold onto hope. But its all in vain. When someone you hold in such regard deems you someone less than a stranger. Less then someone who deserves...
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