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| typhoid |
where we keep the souls of our dead. our dead souls. struggling with all my might to keep myself from being depressed, because all my passion has been destroyed. and i let it be. what hope do i really have? it will take me years again to get to that point. and i keep on dropping sooterkins of pain everywhere i go |
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| amy |
rrrr... you fuckball! how can you be so sure? because i'm 25, and i know that at 19, i didn't know myself that well at all. time changes things- faster than you can get a handle on, too, if you're not depressed. well... i said that i wouldn't leave, and i meant that. i don't know how to follow through, or anything, but i did mean it. |
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