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5d
I want to do something
But I can't seem to do anything
I just sit on the couch
Cat on my lap
Blanket over me
And read

Everything I write
Right now
I feel isn't complete

I want to get up
And walk with my music outside
But I'm tired
Why is this so hard for me?
(this note was written by a destroyed chair that each rip and stain was from different person who felt bad at the moment. It is art.)
Liana
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Liana  F/NJ/silently screaming
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