There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet, sometimes at night I can still feel the pain.. Creeping up inside me. Slithering through my body, like a snake.
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There is nothing left inside me now. Nothing at all. No hatred, not even regret. And yet, sometimes at night I can still feel the pain.. Creeping up inside me. Slithering through my body, like a snake.
Me 