Stop hitting!
i need to get over it.
my mind is all blotchy now.
fuck.
no one to turn to.
this space i've stay in far too long. i need to get out.
nowhere to go.
fuck.
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can't get friday night outta my head.
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"If music be the food of love, then play on/Give me excess of it, that,/The appetite may sicken, and so die." -Shakespere, Twelfth Night
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