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I love all of you, but you’ll never understand it because this situation is impossible. I’m the scapegoat and you’re all opportunists and benefactors in my eyes. You’re throwing stones, marching me to Golgotha and I’m having trouble remembering why you’re worth the sacrifice. The worst things the ugly details there’s no place in my brain for them. They were never saved or stored in my mind. Gone, like so many things. Remind me why I love you so I have the strength to do what’s right.
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