Five weeks.
I thought my frequent trips to the bathroom
Were brought on by stress.
I thought I cried all the time
Because I was depressed.
Five. Weeks.
Time is running out
And I don't know what I'm going to do.
Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC
Five weeks.
I thought my frequent trips to the bathroom
Were brought on by stress.
I thought I cried all the time
Because I was depressed.
Five. Weeks.
Time is running out
And I don't know what I'm going to do.
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