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My hands grow numb and tingle from standing still all the time. And even though my heart pounds in my chest loud enough to be heard three rooms over, my body won’t leave this bed. I know all of this is my own fault, but I’d still like to blame it on you if you’ll let me.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
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My hands grow numb and tingle from standing still all the time. And even though my heart pounds in my chest loud enough to be heard three rooms over, my body won’t leave this bed. I know all of this is my own fault, but I’d still like to blame it on you if you’ll let me.
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Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
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