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Finish Last

A hatred toward myself a longing for the feeling of the cold hearted no emotion no cares no heartbreak the unbelievable becomes real a rejection burning so deep! another night of these deadly thoughts realizing the sad truth, nothing I do can ever be enough the cliché stands true… Nice Guys finish last!

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