2012-03-02

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2012-03-02 08:16 pm
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I miss you.

- (upon discovery) Julian, I-

It does not matter. Everything I own is his. Woe, woe! Illusions cloud my eyes. I am nothing and no-one. He has control.

Don't look so bitterly at me. It is the truth.

I refuse to speak.