I don't even know what I was trying to accomplish tonight. I don't even know why I'm writing this... I think the real answer is that if I don't somehow let it out, if I don't spill it's filthy guts out of my mind and onto the page, I'll just explode into angsty shrapnel. Yeah, that sounds about right.
I had known for a long time that tomorrow was
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