March 11, 2026

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I too can witness my gradual demise. I am well aware of my flaws. No counsel disciplined me. Tell me what must I do to be you? The strength in me could never overshadow my error. I desire conversation. Please listen to me. To my woes. To my thoughts. To my wild wild nature. I want to set it free. Uncage the dysfunctional part of me and my scattered mind. How long till I break?
 
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Leaena
Mar 11, 2026 · 37 views

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