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Feb 2013
The tragedy continues.

I don't have a place to go for safety of comfort when it all just feels too heavy.
I panic.
I shrink.
Who am I now?
Nothing.
I'm going no where.
Miss Misery
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Miss Misery  Los Angeles
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