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i can't do most of the things I used to my sensitive stomach is now back to the state it seems to belong in tied in never ending, always tightening knots 4 hours, 3 hours, 2, 1, half an hour I go until im numb and nearly collapsing eyes glazed and burning feeling as though they'll crack at any given moment because I can't do most of the things I used to a hot cup feels like it can destroy me but the stinging and lovely burn seems to reside in me like something that was meant to be all along old habits do die hard, eventually at least but now I know what the decay can do it simply brings out whats even worse next spring
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Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
habits.
i can't do most of the things I used to my sensitive stomach is now back to the state it seems to belong in tied in never ending, always tightening knots 4 hours, 3 hours, 2, 1, half an hour I go until im numb and nearly collapsing eyes glazed and burning feeling as though they'll crack at any given moment because I can't do most of the things I used to a hot cup feels like it can destroy me but the stinging and lovely burn seems to reside in me like something that was meant to be all along old habits do die hard, eventually at least but now I know what the decay can do it simply brings out whats even worse next spring
palace
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e. coast
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 6:43 PM UTC
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