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Left 2 (12/13/2015)
'why i am the way i am? you had a choice, and you chose betrayal. i am an old man giving up dying pieces of history. There's fewer and fewer survivors trustworthy enough to hold them with me. so i'll hold em to myself until im cooling in a six foot hole, shaped like january, by myself and for myself.
I loved you; I loved the man I thought you were. I thought you were my brother, but now I see y...
Monday 14th December 2015 1:12 am
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