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Jan 2015
I DON'T DRAW ANYMORE
BECAUSE I DON'T FEEL IT
IN MY BONES, I DON'T
LAUGH MUCH ON MY
OWN BECAUSE THERE'S
NOTHING IN MY STOMACH
I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M
RELYING ON TO KEEP
ME GOING, I'M JUST
GOING, GOING, GOING.
(c) Brooke Otto 2014

i don't have many places to yell right now and I'm sorry.
brooke
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brooke
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