the art of (sad)ism

the art of (sad)ism

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We weren't supposed to happen. She was the beauty and I was just me. She had soul, albeit was hidden, but soul nonetheless. All I had was a pack of cigarettes and a bad attitude. Her words were the Holy Word and I was a mere follower in hopes of salvation. We all were. Cara was just that girl. The girl with secrets. I just so happened to be one of them.
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