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#in which perhaps mr. cruz and i are more alike than i once thought
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Only the innocent and loved dream freely, while I asleep am haunted by truth. There is a darkness that surrounds me and weighs me down, encumbered by this swollen love. I fear my melancholy must seep into those around, fended off purely by the light around.
No one knows the battles I face within.
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