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Dead and Gone

I feel guilty all the time. I don't know how to get rid of it. I've never been that ruthless before, that cold hearted. It doesn't feel like me, it feels evil. How could I do that to somebody that loved me SO fucking much? And whenever he brings it up I just make it worse, make him feel worse. Do I have no fucking he

by Dancing Marionette on Jan 25 3:49 PM, 200 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
1-21-09

I'm so confused. I don't even know what to think. I'm so scared about being pregnant, that I don't even know what to think. I can never tell him, he'll ruin both of our lives. I just can't let that happen. I refuse to let that happen. He ruined my life enough, he'll never touch my child. I love Andrew so much, he me

by Dancing Marionette on Jan 21 10:57 PM, 200 words. → 3 comments, Add one?

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