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History indeed seems to repeat itself.
Unfortunately we find ourselves with more and more ammunition.
I’m scared as hell to love someone. Ridiculous, yes? Lately I’m not so sure.
I think I’ll go off the reservation awhile. Wash my hands of things.
Or, you know, talk to her. Not that I deserve to be answered.
Forget it. Once again, idle words. What else do I have?
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