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Jul 2014
It's getting worse again.
These walls become my friends;
Tell me tales 'till night's end;
Have they gotten closer again?
Wait - why have they gone black?
*Ah, they've come to take me back.
life sad depression unhappy sadness words hard
Miranda Renea
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Miranda Renea  25/F
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