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He has no regrets, he tells everyone, but he is full of lies. His nearest regret is sitting in the chair beside his bed� …begging him to be okay.
Don’t move, you idiot. Don’t breathe. Don’t say a word. Poor form.
“Never let anyone dull your edges. The world will never be your blade. You must be your own.�
She has me. Every part. Heart and soul and every dark urge. I am hers.
viere magnar, mori melius. Live great, die better.
