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Thank you, all!
I'm listening to Gold Dust Woman on repeat, falling apart. Want to hear me whine some more? I know you don't, so I won't. Just let that be my whining...and hopefully I can leave it alone for the day. Thanks again for your support.
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Every finger in the room is pointing at me
I want to spit in their faces then I get afraid of what that could bring
I got a bowling ball in my stomach I got a desert in my mouth
Figures that my courage would choose to sell out now
Tori Amos ~ Crucify
Dx: Schizoaffective Disorder
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