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i am surrounded by, drowning in                    things. the people are absent, there is no warmth,                       no love. the frigid and dank skeleton of a house                                 is what i call my home. these words, the texts and scrawlings may give me                         solace                            momentarily, but i feel ill and lost.           hadn't i found happiness before? My heart is sick of being in chains.
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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i am surrounded by, drowning in                    things. the people are absent, there is no warmth,                       no love. the frigid and dank skeleton of a house                                 is what i call my home. these words, the texts and scrawlings may give me                         solace                            momentarily, but i feel ill and lost.           hadn't i found happiness before? My heart is sick of being in chains.
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samuel-klistoff
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Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 12:16 AM UTC
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