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The words stung because they were true. When I walked up to him tonight, it was exactly that. A competition, a battle. I had to win. I was obsessed with it, I always had been. That's what had spurred me on when he had my wrists held down, when he tried making me beg...I couldn't back down. I couldn't handle defeat.
He was right.
He wasn't
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I'm glad they "made-up" though, if you could call it making up...well I'm sure you know what I mean. I'm glad they're okay now.
Can't wait for more :D
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