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Friday, October 31
she shared @ 3:01 PM

it's been months. here i'd love to be spraying words of merry if i could. if only i had any, in the first place.

mind sickeningly racing and heart drained almost void of emotions. what do you call that anyway? when it's all hollow but so heavy you could barely contain.. huh? wake-up call(s) should do one good every once in a while. but this one, it's a bitch. a hell of a bitch.

the story, i'd like to spill. but given the choice, i'd rather curl up and wail out loud, cry myself ugly.

now, how bout that?
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