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Apr 2015
and some days I cannot even bear to roam my own mind, for fear I will fall into yet another black hole and I will never find the light again.
My birthday is tomorrow and I may die.
My highs are lessening and my lows are roaring and rumbling throughout my fragile mind.
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   ---, NV and Cecil Miller
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