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My hands are dying, My heart is seized, and my mind is chaos. What that means for my future, Now, that I have no clue. All I can repeatedly think of is one single, solitary word. Why? N.N.B
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
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My hands are dying, My heart is seized, and my mind is chaos. What that means for my future, Now, that I have no clue. All I can repeatedly think of is one single, solitary word. Why? N.N.B
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Jun 2, 2013
Jun 2, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
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