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I can't believe it's only four thirty. I feel like I've been laying here for a long time. I'm miserable, sick, hurting. It's keeping me awake my bed is too hard and my brain is too soft for sleep at four thirty in the afternoon

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michelle-reicks

American

For You?

Written by

michelle-reicks

American

Published: Aug 16, 2011
Time: 1m

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