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keep your friends close, but your enemies closer
like really, very close
so close that you can feel your enemies breath on your neck
and you shiver with hatred and… anticipation?
turn around and look deep into your enemies eyes, letting your gaze drag down to their lips, your eyes intense with desire. push your enemies up against the wall.
make out with your enemies.
your friends, who are still close, are super uncomfortable and kinda grossed out
Sometimes the only thing that keeps me alive is the guilt of knowing how sad other people would be if I died.
Knowing people care about me is supposed to be a reason to want to live, but instead it feels like an obligation to keep them happy even if I’m miserable.
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