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No One Survives Life.

I Am The Beast At The End Of The Rope.

No Boy Is Worth Crying Over, And The One Who Is Won't Make You Cry.

I Am An Emotional Plagiarist, Stealing Other People's Pain, Subsuming It Into My Own Until I Can't Remember Whose It Is Any More.

Please. Don’t Switch Off My Mind By Attempting To Straighten Me Out. Listen And Understand, And When You Feel Contempt Don’t Express It, At Least Not Verbally, At Least Not To Me.