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Ferme tes yeux. imagine le pire. si ce n'est pas elle avec quelqu'un d'autre, Laisse-la partir.
What exactly am I trying to hide from myself? Why can't I feel good without chemical help? What is so terrible about being sober? Trading it all, is it finally over?  
saintly at a Saint's college, theY wEre to be at, Being at the same halls anD. the beAutifuL audItorium, meSsaging even when professors near but now,   Part bY part. thEy fell apart,
I have trouble keeping my imaginary body together, Free from the safe house of epidermal covering and rippling plasma I used to be enamored, in love with the entity that led me to my self-destruction
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