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Jun 2014
...And here I lie, alone in my bedroom as it's always been, and as it always will be. When will I be able to embark on my own journey of freedom and satisfaction? These longs hours of fatigue and restlessness are withering my life away and my body is so unhealthy and my eyes are dark and my hair is unwashed and I have nothing. Nothing but me, my bed, and my bookshelf.
T
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T  Michigan
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