I'll be no good,
This time defines.
I'll put my torture on the grip of this knife.
These dirty hands just won't come clean.
I'm a murderer,
The worst these worlds will see.
-In the Flame of Error
My grandma moved out today, she went to Whyoming. She left because everyone else here hated her. We had our problems but we solved them a few years ago, we got along really well and I miss her. I feel guilty for her leaving. I tried to get the others to try a bit harder at being more forgiving and understanding, but I didn't try very hard, it was weak. My mom got mad at me for doing so, but I shouldn't have been afraid of it. She's gone, I'm here to deal. . .
Does anyone read this anymore? I want to talk.
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