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Mar 2014
Sleeping is a waste of time, something we arent given much of.
So i starve my sheets of skin a dastardly sin.
Sleeping is not for me, in fact, i neglect it quite frequently.
So i sit and tear myself apart, bit by boring bit.
Healthy.
Most Likely.
At Least I Think So.
Black
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