I think I need some help.
8.5
I'm sorry I'm such a goddamn mess. Unfixable.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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