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oh ii feel terrible i had a whole post written and my computer went berserk. just adds to the bad crappiness i already feel will write later
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How I long to be up rather than down, the eternal sorrow that I only escape for short periods. This must be how Persephone felt.
"Sleep. Those little slices of Death. How I loathe them." Edgar Allan Poe
Loving yourself must come first from there comes love for everything else.
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