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2016-09-25
isolation sickness


I have no one, nothing. I want to escape. Put on a warm coat and drink hot, black coffee at the Arctic Circle. Let a winter sun shine bright enough to make me forget everyone and everything I knew. Please, please. Please give me entry to a new forgetting. Please. I am hurt and tired and in desperate need of the white light of scatters and dissolution.


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