Can't stop. It won't stop, Sam. None of it. I don't know how to change it. It's too late.
[ Simon huddles in tighter around himself, fingers clenched about his arms, nails biting into skin to leave sharp crescents visible as he buries his face once ore. His voice is bordering on hysterics at the moment, because he shouldn't have told, should have lied, but there's been so many lies. He's tired of them. He just wants it to stop. All of it. Will it ever stop? ]
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[ Simon huddles in tighter around himself, fingers clenched about his arms, nails biting into skin to leave sharp crescents visible as he buries his face once ore. His voice is bordering on hysterics at the moment, because he shouldn't have told, should have lied, but there's been so many lies. He's tired of them. He just wants it to stop. All of it. Will it ever stop? ]