chapter nine.

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something claws at my insides tells me your affections are misplaced that they're only evidence of more deceit that your sweetness is a blanket for salt they make me wish i'd spent  more time forgetting than forgiving

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something claws at my insides tells me your affections are misplaced that they're only evidence of more deceit that your sweetness is a blanket for salt they make me wish i'd spent more time forgetting than forgiving.

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