Nightmare
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Ich habe mich die ganze Zeit über selbst belogen. Ich dachte es wäre okay. Ich dachte es wäre einigermaßen angemessen. Ich habe nichts gesagt, da ich dachte, es würde schon alles gut werden. Doch das hat ihm sein Leben kosten lassen. Was hättet ihr an meiner Stelle getan?
Werdet ihr zuhören wenn ich euch meine Geschichte erzähle? Werdet ihr einfach weghören so wie ich es tat? Alles hatte seinen Anfang, also lasst mich bis zum Ende erzählen.
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