Sometimes when I lay awake at night I think about things I've never told anyone, dark things in the back of my heart that I try not to remind myself of, and I wonder if deep down I'm simply bad. Then I remember that everyone does things that might be horrible but the people who mean the most to me know me too well and love me regardless and in the end they are the only thing that matters, and I fall asleep and dream.
I will always love you,
Loch.
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