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I often think I'm over loneliness. I got a new job. I live with new people. I talk to my mom. I sit down in a chair to file my nails and the leather touches my skin and I'm sick. Something about the leather on my skin makes my head spin and I can't hold my eyes open. It's profound and all consuming and then it passes.
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
It Always Passes
I often think I'm over loneliness. I got a new job. I live with new people. I talk to my mom. I sit down in a chair to file my nails and the leather touches my skin and I'm sick. Something about the leather on my skin makes my head spin and I can't hold my eyes open. It's profound and all consuming and then it passes.
harlow
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Jul 30, 2014
Jul 30, 2014 at 3:39 PM UTC
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