February 2012
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Tomorrow Will Be a Coffee Day...
I need to write down the things I’m seeing and feeling so I can start sorting through them. I have to figure out what I’m going to do about this mass that’s taken up residence here. I don’t know that I can banish it myself, and I can’t get close enough safely to find out. Bloody fuck. I don’t know that I can keep walking with that thing out there. There are...
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-You can be addicted to a certain kind of sadness,
Like resignation to the end, always the end.-
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