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It's that feeling again. You wake up and see blood stains on your sheets and on your carpet. Books and bits of paper strewn all over your room. Broken furniture. That familiar sting on your arms, on your torso. You face is smeared red. You were doing so well, too- thirteen days since the last time. You feel numb, dazed, hung over, stupid. You can
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Thnx for the mint Saturday.lol
That was pure craziness.
Least I gotta see Dean =)
I mean Laura why you saying that stuff...lol.
You better add me t0o you crazy cracker =p
We gonna rock the old school Laura...<3
~m~
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