I regret throwing my razor blade.
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That feeling when you think he’s back, but it’s not him. You just sit there, crying, reminding yourself that you need to keep going for his sake ; to take care of him.
Alexander: what do you have in mind?
Me: you.
Born in blood, I’m not like you.
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“cry for help, but you’ll never be saved.”
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