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It Stings

Self-loathe 8:42:00 PM
It's getting worse. Sometimes at a random time, this feeling will possess me. It's a feeling of sadness. I get sad because I miss what's behind. I'm sad of the thought that it's never gonna be the same again. And what's saddest is that I miss me. I miss myself. The bright, happy me. And all the little details attached to him. The...