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[seasonofsorrow]

I feel like there is something writhing under my skin, an annoyance that may disappear if I just scratch a little deeper. The feeling does not go away though, it sneeks into my mind and soul causing morbid desires to swell. I sit in this apartment, travel limited by a nearly empty tank and an empty wallet, thinking of the people I care about that

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[dissonant_soul]

--If it is your lot to handle it alone, I only pray it is not difficult.