something awakes you at mid-afternoon, maybe four, maybe five- you've lost count and the clock broke last month. you struggle but can't recall the last time you've showered, or why you ever thought it necessary to leave your bed. the smell of your sweat turns your stomach and you hazily think about flesh, or wine, or- anything that might help you
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but
a tea party picnic will soothe the blues away
or so i hope for both our sakes
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and i very much hope you feel more alive soon
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wow thank you so much
it really isn't much and i don't write too often anymore
i like the poems in your journal
i would not mind in the slightest
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Hey, how's it going?
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I'm doing well, thanks.
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