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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.

Filed under bleach | hn. your pen's toilet

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