this is an unaddressed letter.

[suicideeyes]

i could not sleep last night. i could not breathe in the darkness. there are books in my bed in place of you. anne sleeps well tonight. emerson rests on yr pillow. a book of eric white is opened to a page where ganesha stares with his multiple human eyes. there is no sleep for us. there is no sleep for the troubled

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