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Things are a blur. I miss being loved.
I want to be sure of something. Or, more acurately, I want to be sure of someone.
Someone, someone... someone. Please.
Can I be my someone? No, I cannot, even though I try.
Ugh. Haven't smoked any cheeb all day. Maybe that's why I'm crying.
Fuck.
I want to be sure of something. Or, more acurately, I want to be sure of someone.
Someone, someone... someone. Please.
Can I be my someone? No, I cannot, even though I try.
Ugh. Haven't smoked any cheeb all day. Maybe that's why I'm crying.
Fuck.