68: Weak.


I tell everybody to be strong knowing that I'm the weakest.

I can't do much...

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

It stays in my head.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

It will never leave...

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

The thought of it kills me.

Weak.

Weak.

Weak.

I'm starting to believe.

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