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12/2017 in Journal (2014-current)

  • March 9, 2019, 8:52 p.m.
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I dream about rotting away into a million tiny pieces.
The hurting is intense, but the numbness is somehow worse. Like the more this continues to happen time and time again, the less I’ll stop feeling until, eventually, it means nothing and I feel nothing.

I’d much rather skip all the heartbreak and wasted efforts in between. I’m just so tired.

How many more times?


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