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Dec 3
Too much noise
It's all too much
I swear even the air is too loud
Why can't they just shut up?

The skin on my body
Doesn't feel like mine
I need to get it off to feel alright

And the lights
**** the lights
As they blind my sight

Why can't I just leave?
social gatherings (especially parties because *******) **** :p
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Thirty Nine
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   Balaguer
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