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Mae Borowski
We begin and end, at night in the woods

When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map.
I want it to hurt. Bad.
I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I'm thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens,
I want to hope again.
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