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diaryland, diaryland, this is why i hold you so dear. you make me all bubbles (she is the joy and the water).

i was sticky all over, but i predict my current attempts to keep clean will only result in my skin losing that lived-in look, i'll be heaving from the mustiness of losing so much of you and you. epilogue for myself:

1. sometimes i look into the mirror and i see my hair and think "what do you think you're trying to do?"

2. i walk across the house in the dark and i am six again

3. nighttime is always the worst of it.


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