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The only lit open signs at 1:08 am are hanging in the windows of whataburger, cash4gold, and the racetrack down the street. Foggy but awake, I'd like to stay that way. I'd like to stay that way. And doesn't everyone eventually die by suicide? Fake granite countertops biding conversations on drugged up new years night. No sleep can fix the negative, acceptance beats grit-teeth hopelessness. Foggy but awake, I'd like to stay that way. I'd like to stay that way.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Foggy but Awake
The only lit open signs at 1:08 am are hanging in the windows of whataburger, cash4gold, and the racetrack down the street. Foggy but awake, I'd like to stay that way. I'd like to stay that way. And doesn't everyone eventually die by suicide? Fake granite countertops biding conversations on drugged up new years night. No sleep can fix the negative, acceptance beats grit-teeth hopelessness. Foggy but awake, I'd like to stay that way. I'd like to stay that way.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
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