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tear-stained walls support my heavy head until my brain turns to slime from thinking too much. i can't function until i know she's okay.
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
the closet corner
tear-stained walls support my heavy head until my brain turns to slime from thinking too much. i can't function until i know she's okay.
i'm really worried about her she won't answer my calls
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Dec 4, 2013
Dec 4, 2013 at 8:01 PM UTC
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