Darkness
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It started when I was a little girl. But today was the day I realized I was alone in this world. The day I knew no one was going to save me. So I had to save myself.
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AGONY
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it's just somewhere I can talk without fucking people judging me.Terminé
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𝑰 𝑫𝑰𝑫𝑵'𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑬, 𝑰 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑬𝑫.
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