.....not like anyone really reads this, but if you need me, I'll be in my dark, cold room...staring at the ceiling...wishing it would all go away....because, I can't make it go away. I can't do anything...I'm just a weak, pathetic bastard...a scared child. Nothing'll make it go away...it's already burned into my soul...it'll never leave me, it's
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