I__ broken. Fucked up. I feel sick. I can__ breathe. It__ like someone__ snaked their fingers around my heart, capturing it in a crushing grip. It__ Emma. This is her doing. Well, it won__ fucking bleed for her. It won__ bleed for anyone. It__ black. I__ dead inside.
There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.
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There's a special quality to the loneliness of dusk, a melancholy more brooding even than the night's.
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