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Feb 2016
Everything is wrong and i dont know how to fix it.
Monday rolls through my head like one of those memories
that you think could be a dream, but you aren't sure.
Its like this weird numbness, where i'll get flashes of happy
but the sad still dominates.
posting here because who else will listen to me?
Anna Dulaney
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Anna Dulaney
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