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I can no longer discern whether or not this is the rise or fall. I can no longer tell if he is honey, or if he's vinegar. I can no longer think. I can no longer feel. This is the reason I am alone.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
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I can no longer discern whether or not this is the rise or fall. I can no longer tell if he is honey, or if he's vinegar. I can no longer think. I can no longer feel. This is the reason I am alone.
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Feb 11, 2014
Feb 11, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
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