Some more writer lore
Lied to.
Beaten.
Broken. To dust.
The tears?
They stopped flowing.
I'm finally happy!
And, I know it's wrong. To do this.
But guess what?
I don't care anymore.
There's nobody who can help me now.
Nobody.
It's not like anybody cares for me anyway...
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