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the end result of so many meetings at late night dinners with no one eating. sit in corners and sip burnt coffee, count the tiles up on the ceiling. skip this pretense and cut straight to dying. don't beg me to keep your eyes from crying. you said so much without even parting your lips. it's past 3am and i'm still far from sleep and this is a habit
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