I'm sorry this is me.
An old blog I'm resurrecting.
Sunday, March 15, 2015
Dear diary # whatever
I want to run away disappear into oblivion. Hold me, I need you. But don't hear me. I'm not worthy or your time. Or anyone else's. I'm the dirt he talks about. Trained to fuck and clean and say nothing
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