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Thomas.


The name rang out tonight like a damned bell in the dead of winter. It cut me like a knife before the numb too over again. I can't hate him anymore. I can't hate anyone.

I hear they made E prince tonight, too. If I gave a shit about it, I might actually congratulate him. Fuck it. Who cares anymore, really?

Thomas.

Why did he have to be named something so common. Why couldn't it have been Sylvester, Garamond, Bastian. Fucking Thomas. Fucking life after life. Fucking... fuck. Who cares?

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Just more proof that he wasn't some ideal of perfection. ;)

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