Getting to me in Grey skies
Revised: 11/24/2014 2:19 a.m.
- Nov. 23, 2014, 6 a.m.
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Things are getting to me. I feel surreal and sleepy. How can humans commit such atrocities toward each other. My heart feels cold.
I miss those who love me most.
My jaw is sore. I want to be motivated. First, I must recover from something invisible.
Last updated November 24, 2014
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