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I know you have that little compulsion to delete messages sometimes. Pictures. Chronology. Accounts. Searching for that tiny reassurance that you didn't screw it up. That you didn't fuck yourself up entirely... A moment of clarity, perhaps. Or maybe... you're just delusional. Yeah, probably the latter, lol. Don't you get it? It's too late. You’re hopeless. No way out. And the thing is.. that's exactly what you wanted. Even if it wasn't, I would have made you like it. You should be grateful for that little mistake, that one time. Because deep down, you know you're exactly where you were always meant to be. Press play, bow your head and realize how hard you are