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 Intolerance, A Real Enemy Of All (Nov. 26, 2016) |
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I doubt there is a limit of depth that lies inside of me. I work on things inside of myself but rarely do I ever put them down on paper.
I am having trouble finding to write due to all the pain I am going through. I can't figure out what to believe about those people I call friends. I wonder what you would do in my situation. Would you walk away from everything and everyone or would you choose to hold onto hope and risk everything for it? Someone I care deeply for once told me that it was worth 12 years of waiting in torment just to meet me. I wonder if that is still true to this day or if I am just the monster they deny me to be. If I am simply just a dirty little secret to everyone and I don't deserve anything or anyone good.
Maybe this time it's my own fault... my own karma.
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