It hit again. This awful truth. Like a poison reaching my heart. No antidote. What's left? Sit and endure. Hard wishing upon a starless night. I don't know why it eats at me so. My heart's an apple. I rotted months ago. No one of this should bother me(<--that's me saying two things when I only meant to share one). I told myself I was
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