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No real sleep will come to me. Just aching and tossing and hitting my head against a pillow. I'm sitting outside under a dull orange sky, smoke billowing from a nearby factory, colored like rust with the sun trying to burn behind it. Sleep is just a tease for me anyway
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this is a beautifully poetic entry.
i love you.
i hope everything is fine.
i love you
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