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you see the land that will be your saviour someday...its off in the distance somewhere, next to that sign that says no left turn.

the bus ride back was an utter drag, and his words still echo in your head. So full of the sort of candor that comes with a hangover.

you have got to stop all this, they are using you, and while the revenge you get is sweet like blood but the damage it is doing is still horrendious.

don't keep running to the bathroom every five minutes they will know whats going on. Not like you even try to hide it right?

you think you have done everything right, you have tried over and over gaian and still, you're dragged through the streets like a paper doll on acid.

you look at yourself in the mirror and you resemble a faint shell of a girl.