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[prodigalpunker]

I feel weary. My bones, my skin, my soul, my everything. I feel terrified that I am being consumed and I don't know what will happen when there is nothing left to drain. Am I a empty husk, left to be thrown into the fire when the last of me is broken? I don't know

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[jedicaesar]

geh...i'm going to arbitrarily say that family reunions cure all ills. even though they don't. but pretend they do, and then look forward to that, yeah?

[prodigalpunker]

naw, i'm just being dramatic and wordy. things are never as bad as i may try to make them seem.