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Sep 2014
Last night I was a mess.
This morning I am a trashcan,
overflowing with
black bags, waiting
to be emptied
and filled again.
Rough night.
Irate Watcher
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Irate Watcher  30/F/Denver
(30/F/Denver)   
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