I crawl out of bed from another sleepless night. My family tells me to "look alive." But they don't realize how hard that is when I feel so dead inside.
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:59 PM UTC
I crawl out of bed from another sleepless night. My family tells me to "look alive." But they don't realize how hard that is when I feel so dead inside.
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