I Try

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By taylor wenderoth

I try to hold the secrets away. I try to tell them no. I try to make it all seem fake. But they all already know. They know im here. And they know your not. They know I love you,and you do not. My angels speak. But so do the deamons. They give me different answers. Die on. Die slowly. I hope the pain kills.

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