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Sometimes I think I can remember her voice, her smile, but I never know if that’s just my imagination filling in the blanks.
Greed. Everything always comes back to greed.
Three years of fighting for survival…so simple! My subconscious laughs at me.
He’s watching me with interest, awaiting my next move. Most of the room is.
Being bad at something is hard.
But sometimes it’s nice to forget.
I feel like myself again, and at the same time, like a stranger is peering back at me.
This boy in front of me is both predictable and unpredictable. I hate paradoxical people.
But still, I refuse to yield.
There’s something incredibly thrilling about the notion that I helped create chaos.
But the lines are blurring. God, they’re blurring.

