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[pradamafia]

Yeah, these days, I've got a life and no one's there to live it. My hands are empty and all they seem to do keep reaching for something to hold on to, my body--made for running and jumping and laughing, now has the sole purpose of lying on a bed, and my eyes open only to shut again. I should feel content, full even, but my mind is restless and my

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