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I spend this evening counting bumps in my popcorn ceiling 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 Heart is gnawing at my mind 8,9,10,11,12 Old washed out feelings 13,14,15,16 No words just 17,18,19 Memories ....... when did i start crying?
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
A Feeling So Small
I spend this evening counting bumps in my popcorn ceiling 1,2,3,4,5,6,7 Heart is gnawing at my mind 8,9,10,11,12 Old washed out feelings 13,14,15,16 No words just 17,18,19 Memories ....... when did i start crying?
//On loneliness, her, recovery// Stifling the pain isn't a replacement for letting it go. Breathe, you're going to be okay...
jack-jenkins
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Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:32 AM UTC
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