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i was slowly breaking you down, not noticing how i was falling apart. there's nothing left of you, there's only my soul left. the soul is pitch black, viscous and sticky. your hands are covered in black mud, but i can't be saved.
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people always make the wrong choices for themselves. everyone is so eager to run ahead that they don’t realize what they’re leaving behind. it’s so sad.
