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November 10, 2020 A selfish hybrid of an alpha and beta
by liruandlegallyraven | 03:30 AM  Do I even have a choice? All the sacrifices I make. For what? Nothing. I'm this close to being found dead on the shores of Manila Bay. But, I choose my own falling. I go down on my own terms. And that is what's making me stay afloat. My own choices.
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