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Sep 2011
yeasterday my head was pounding, like my skull was cracking open and dripping down my face, my eyes hurt to open, blink, and get this taste on my tongue that ive had before, like that night i slammed my head on your door and scratched my hand on your window pane. but this is the worst, i dont know whats wrong, my head is an awful place to be right now, escape please, dissolve.
Eva
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Eva
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