It's eleven:twenty-eight pm and I should be sleeping, I know it and still, I can't, I just can't. I'm on fucking fire and I can feel it all burning inside of me, this big neglected ember just seraing through my insides, bursting and crying out to be free. Oh God, let it be
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now there's the madison i know.
don't be angry; i do care.
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To me.
Anymore.
Thank you.
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