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its raining again.
huff.
im absolutely fucking done.
at this rate i might as well be dead.
id rather die than stay here.
but then again, hes holding me back.
i dont know what exactly i feel for him.
odd right? knowing someone for so long, or at least thinking you know someone.
and yet i have let myself become so close to him.
yes, hes a psycho. he kills people for fun along with his buddies.
yet im probably the craziest of them all.
falling in love with your possible killer.
what a sad love story.
