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Why not take a vacation from myself for once, from the cyanide face I’ve adopted these past few years, with my eyes always red from trapped tears.
who were fifteen years younger than me, and now eighteen, and more every day.
All I could hear was the blood in my ears, and then quiet, all the noise stopped, and I felt like I’d finally found one place in the air of the world where there was no one except me.’
