I feel so small, like a child.
My body is slowly imploding on itself.
This time next week I'll be nothing more than a tiny bit of rubble. Shreds of what I used to be.
I can't shake these terrible feelings inside of me. I thought I finally got rid of them years ago when Matear and I had the first of many afternoon chats.
What goes around comes around.
What goes up must come down.
My body is slowly imploding on itself.
This time next week I'll be nothing more than a tiny bit of rubble. Shreds of what I used to be.
I can't shake these terrible feelings inside of me. I thought I finally got rid of them years ago when Matear and I had the first of many afternoon chats.
What goes around comes around.
What goes up must come down.
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