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Give it time. Memories of what is best forgotten will fade. I won't hide and I won't wait. I'm moving away and fast. To breathe. To grow. Eventually I will return to old wounds, after they've healed on their own and the pain has become weathered by time. That's how I cope (and I'm sorry if you don't understand. I'm sorry that it hurts you.) I was wrong. I don't want to be alone. But with the way I am, I will always be alone, no matter how quickly I latch onto one person to the next.

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04.20.03 - 2:34 p.m.


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