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Aug 8
misery is a chronic pain residing my skull, afraid of the monster pounding in the cavity of my chest. it feels like the sky crashing down on my frail body because atlas refused to hold it anymore. misery is all i am, i want to tell you but you're not picking up the phone.
Written by
phoebe  21/F/TX
(21/F/TX)   
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   camps and Wyatt
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