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In my twenty-two years of life, I've tried various things. I've smoked, I've drank, drove hundred on the freeway. Anything to make my heart feel the way it does when I'm with Riven. I've even tried harder substances before, which I'm ashamed to admit, but who needs that when emotions can f**k you up just the same. I realize, standing in front of Riven, that he'll never be able to give me what I truly want. Forgiveness, assurance, safety, love. I know I have to end this before I fall in that abyss of chaos again. I loved this man, when we were younger and he was the brooding yet gentle boy who soothed me when I cried and kissed my bruises. After what happened in my senior year of high school, I knew, with an aching heart, that the Riven I knew, would never come back.
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