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[retreating_hope]

So, here I sit, naked, cold, and alone, at my dad's, hiding and secretly typing this.

And half my friends are appalled at me.

And I've ruined more lives.

And made more mistakes.

And I've cried, and cried, and cried.

And some days I feel like a god.

And others, I get banished back to Hell.

I feel so alone.

I always need someone.

I hate this...