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there are so many places i would love to go if i wasnt alone. i usually take a safety person with me. no one is available and dont know if they'd go down town with me anyway
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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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