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Jun 2019
I feel the gloom come to me when I was alone in the parking lot.
It told me  that I didn't want to be. I knew that if I sat long enough I wouldn't know the difference between It and me.
Today was a good enough day.
Why can't I ever be good enough?
Sometimes I think too much
Jade Quirk
Written by
Jade Quirk
     ---, ---, Ben Noah Suri and Bogdan Dragos
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