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The shit I’ve done… The things I’ve seen… The people I’ve hurt… My hands are dirty. My soul is black. My heart is a shriveled mass in my chest. You’re so clean, Keira. So fucking clean, and I’m so dirty. So unworthy. You’re the kind of woman a man should worship. That he should get on his hands and fucking knees to serve. In my world, men don’t do that. But you deserve it. You deserve everything, and everything isn’t something I’m able to offer. For you, I’d try, but I don’t think you’ll ever notice me. Maybe that’s for the best. Storm

