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Objectively, my hands are here, in front of my face I can see. Subjectively, all my vision allows are the images of what I possess that can no longer carry me.
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Saga of a Sick Girl
Objectively, my hands are here, in front of my face I can see. Subjectively, all my vision allows are the images of what I possess that can no longer carry me.
ris-howie
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Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
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