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9:57 PM, she's the numbest she's ever been in her life. her body aches with a pain that she can no longer feel, and her mind refuses to rest, to mend, or to heal. she lies in her bed as she tries to sleep her life away and she hears the voices, she prays that they will not stay. she hears them settle, as they begin to loudly talk. and then she wonders, "how the **** will i make it to three o'clock?"
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
9:57 PM
9:57 PM, she's the numbest she's ever been in her life. her body aches with a pain that she can no longer feel, and her mind refuses to rest, to mend, or to heal. she lies in her bed as she tries to sleep her life away and she hears the voices, she prays that they will not stay. she hears them settle, as they begin to loudly talk. and then she wonders, "how the **** will i make it to three o'clock?"
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Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 3:20 PM UTC
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