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Aug 2015
"I just want to make you happy.
Why won't you talk to me? What's wrong?"

"You talk too much, just shut up."

"Okay, I'll shut up, sorry," she said as she swallowed that last pill and silenced herself forever.
I'm having a rough night...
Death by Daydream
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Death by Daydream
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