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Good morning in the garden of forgetting, each of our chairs assembled- Miss Postpartum always sits on the outer edge wedged against a tree and looking up at the leaves Botched Suicide, well, there are several of us we sit together in a loose ring, Rope and Kicked Over Step Stool sits at 3 o'clock and I generally prefer 6 at the bottom of course and Jumped From a Window lingers around 9 for the third and hopefully the last time Slashed Wrist takes her place near the top, at the eleventh hour, as usual she is as unsure as her halfhearted cuts Certainly no one is here because we want to be quite the opposite, we just haven't mastered our exits and it doesn't matter how many mornings we find ourselves here in this circle of doom- at least we know our places all of us expecting to exit soon
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Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
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Good morning in the garden of forgetting, each of our chairs assembled- Miss Postpartum always sits on the outer edge wedged against a tree and looking up at the leaves Botched Suicide, well, there are several of us we sit together in a loose ring, Rope and Kicked Over Step Stool sits at 3 o'clock and I generally prefer 6 at the bottom of course and Jumped From a Window lingers around 9 for the third and hopefully the last time Slashed Wrist takes her place near the top, at the eleventh hour, as usual she is as unsure as her halfhearted cuts Certainly no one is here because we want to be quite the opposite, we just haven't mastered our exits and it doesn't matter how many mornings we find ourselves here in this circle of doom- at least we know our places all of us expecting to exit soon
emil-1950
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55/F/USA
Jan 1, 2019
Jan 1, 2019 at 4:49 PM UTC
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