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i will not speak your name unless i have to, i thought you loved me too but that was not real or you would not have done this to me. you will never get better or respect yourself until you get off of that shit, face reality, face the past and the present. you can't drown it out forever it only makes you weaker.

How is it some of the least layered lettered lingo seams to stick seemingly with such sickly simplicity soars as if Shame became stucco for foreign facades Slithering within one's own withering blithering sadly, said some simpleton, skipping stones on street surfaces, side stepping puddles, rather than Up, main-stream Such perturbed perseverance places poorly upon pedalstools perhaps, every missed opportunity was only per-chance people partially parted prayers, pried, for this particular placement.. Pacts pontificated Please, sans facts because like a sickly notion, the thought spreads the more it contracts