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something more
the inaudible pain waiting beneath
that only ever surfaces when you become solitary in yourself, and that's...
tragedies of a liking
You told me pretty lies, and maybe I was a fool, but I wanted to believe you.
And I did, but I let myself fal...
The Hate Club
Cadence grabbed the stapler from the floor and pounded it up against the wall, all the while biting her tongu...