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he makes me feel more dead than alive and i thought it was the opposite until i realised i have craved being empty for so long i count calories on my phone because habits are hard to break. i swear every time that this pack of cigarettes will be the last and then i find myself lost again and crawling up the stairs when i'm too drunk is a tradition i never missed because it never left to begin with feb. 25.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
it's 2 am and i can't sleep
he makes me feel more dead than alive and i thought it was the opposite until i realised i have craved being empty for so long i count calories on my phone because habits are hard to break. i swear every time that this pack of cigarettes will be the last and then i find myself lost again and crawling up the stairs when i'm too drunk is a tradition i never missed because it never left to begin with feb. 25.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC
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