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Feb 2013
So apathetic and out of my mind
I pretended to not know what day it was.
Only my self for comfort.
I grew rather scared and sad.
I never know what's going to come.
What next new wave of emotion would make me think a new strange thought.
The possible or not possible. I couldn't tell which was right.
Tossing and turning and kicking and squirming.
No peace for the living.
Where there are so many uncertainties. Just sit back
Don't bother.
Stale air and..
so apathetic.
Miss Misery
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Miss Misery  Los Angeles
(Los Angeles)   
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   Melanie
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