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Go.

Straight to hell. Straight to hell.

I'm right here and I can't hear you screaming, and you would have thought I would. The windows are open and the sun is streaming in, if I can't hear you screaming then no-one can. I never thought you'd be this careless.

It isn't a real love thing. There are no butterflies when I think of you. Just a sinking feeling that, depressingly, yet again, I'm right. There is a familiarity to the curves of your shoulders that should feel like home but instead feels like death.

Oh no, it's happening again.


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"Dr, I want my brain back"

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