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Staying in bed, reading a book, watching a show and braiding my hair; I wish I didn't have to go, and I wish I could keep this state of mind. It is hard for me to be okay, and I haven't talked about it in two years, so excuse me if I am a lackluster spell. I cannot open my mouth and it is this box locked in my chest under my lungs again.
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
Sunday morning spell.
Staying in bed, reading a book, watching a show and braiding my hair; I wish I didn't have to go, and I wish I could keep this state of mind. It is hard for me to be okay, and I haven't talked about it in two years, so excuse me if I am a lackluster spell. I cannot open my mouth and it is this box locked in my chest under my lungs again.
jy-lim
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Jun 16, 2013
Jun 16, 2013 at 12:28 AM UTC
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