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Jul 2021
I descended. I became one with my demons. I poured holy water all over my skin trying to find some sort of remedy to free myself from you. I kneeled to the floor and repented my sins. I became incoherent. I swam in my own tears and drowned in despair...isn't this what you wanted?...to see me crash and fall and break to the point of no return.

I thought I was what you wanted...
Written by
KYLE HACKLEY  25/M/UK
(25/M/UK)   
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