.I became accustomed to a kind of social servitude and no one, imean no one, could accept what I had become.
Selfish, bitter, weak. Enough to make you sick. And lately, I've feeling there are bits of life I'm stealing. Get me home. At times it seens I wil not help but it's just that I savemyself .
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