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The mornings after are always the worst. Can never sleep long enough to make it go away and the restless sleep endured only seems to make things worse. Spend nights on drugs. In silence. Climb the fire escape to the roof of the loft overlooking the city. Convince yourself this is beauty in decay. Really, thats bullshit
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and i think you're right in giving up.
are you coming here soon?
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