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so it begins the uncontrollable migraines the foggy memory the fidgeting the feeling of loneliness even when everyone is around
By 5 years ago in Poets
you know that feeling when you start to hug yourself in bed alone tears falling down your face sprinting to catch your breath
i look at the dried rain drops now with a faded gray appearance as the subway train pops the sun shines upon them together acting with full coherence
