He was still here, with the things stashed in a hidden corner. He couldn't do it. There was still conscience, tucked in that little corner of his mind that he couldn't flush out.
All the disappointment will be flooding in if he let loose of himself.
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02 18 | j.hs [three] √
Fanfic{Part 3, Ethereal Deaths} Pills. Cells. Hello. World. Freedom. Music. Her. Goodbye. [Also on: Asianfanfics (blackfantasies_) Ao3 (illusionary_dreams)]
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