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Jul 2015
I lay in bed and my thoughts wander to the darkest places. my mind is darker than the room right now and I can slowly feel the walls caving in. memories sneak up on me at my weakest moments. now I'm forced to face reality; there's such little distance between love and hate.
--ank
allison
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allison  winnsboro, tx.
(winnsboro, tx.)   
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