Now that I know what a bit of normalcy tastes like, I don't ever want to feel as low ever again. It's honestly and physically crippling.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
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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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