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Chaos-ultimatum.
::10:47 pm::05.12.02::

I feel loneliness pouring through my soul like warm, rich blood. Is he avoiding me? Is he just busy? He's never lied to me... I trust him.. but doubt nags in my soul, I know I'm not good enough... not for anything. It plagues me, and haunts me in my dreams.. sweet happiness in his arms... I can't handle the struggling against fading away anymore... I can't help but just want to lay down, and....

oh, god, save me...

doyouwantme?i'llbegoodipromise..i'llbegood

I'm okay.. I'll be all right...

ipromisei'llneverdoitagain,i'llbesogoodsorightsoperfect

oh god.. the darkness...

ipromisepleasecomebacktomei'llbegoodipromisei'llbegood


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