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Dear diary,
My past keeps hunting me.
I see my flaws, everytime i close my eyes.
I drown in my tears, every night.
Leaning shoulder? My pillow.
My head aches.
My heart breaks.
I no longer have a sane...
My past keeps hunting me.
I see my flaws, everytime i close my eyes.
I drown in my tears, every night.
Leaning shoulder? My pillow.
My head aches.
My heart breaks.
I no longer have a sane...
