It's like scratched by crows in my back. Never give up and let me go until my blood is dried up. I feel like i hate my self so much for letting my self hurted by my own hand. Haunted by uncontrolled guilty feeling, Dyon's loud laugh. So much insecure.
I hate my uncontrolled smoking, i hate my uncontrolled insomnia, i hate my uncontrolled thirst of joy, I hate my uncontrolled habits of delaying.
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