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Are we really that different?

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Things can happen slowly but painfully or fast but deadly. Either way we all have the same disease. But can we all escape it? Probably not... Although we like to think we can. We end up just being hated or 'fake'. All in all, they know nothing of you. Can we really escape reality? We can sure the hell try.All Rights Reserved

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The broken

The stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.