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yeah I know I need to, but I just can't afford it. And I know if things keep going at this rate I am going to do bad things. I hold things in until they explode and I can feel the explosion coming on and its a big one. That terrifies me, but I don't know what to do.
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Sorrow drips into your heart through a pinhole; just like a faucet that leakes and there is comfort in the sound.- Death Cab For Cutie
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