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Jan 2018
Who cares how high I fill the bath water when I'm already in over my head. I don't remember what it's like to sleep no matter how often I say "I'm going to bed". And don't ******* touch me because I'll probably shatter, and for god's sake don't ask me what is the matter.
I found this in one of my old notebooks from high school.
Britney Lyn
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Britney Lyn  23/F/Michigan
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