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i know;

Please don’t tell me how selfish I am, how horrible I am, how heartless I am.
Because your words carve new wounds into me, because I have little blood to run out now after being hurt for so long, because the tormenting pounding in the panels of my skull is ripping me to immeasurable counting pieces, silencing my tired screams and tearing my waning patience.
I know, I know, please stop, because I know already.





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