We're in charge
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"Knives are a girls best friend...in more ways then one unfortunately" I learned that the hard way and every night it haunts me
Well it use to, everything has been a bit better since he showed up in my life no more nightmares about past scars but nightmares about loosing him and I think that might be the scariest dream I've ever had... I'm sitting here talking to a comatose man who I might just be in love with
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