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Eating Alone

What keeps you sharp, hardening your bones against the soft dark, between I will never have good *** or The apocalypse is in process, and My cat will die of liver disease. Every evening I will eat alone.

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liz-2

American

Published: Mar 2, 2014
LinesWords: 938

Tags: #fear #depression #anxiety

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