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At two in the morning, everything looses meaning. You haven't slept for days, and maybe the lack of sleep, helps take away from the sting of the blade against your wrist. You're covered in late night agonies, that only turn into daytime lies.
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
I'm sorry
At two in the morning, everything looses meaning. You haven't slept for days, and maybe the lack of sleep, helps take away from the sting of the blade against your wrist. You're covered in late night agonies, that only turn into daytime lies.
I can't do this any longer
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Aug 15, 2015
Aug 15, 2015 at 2:23 AM UTC
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