its cold so she delves her curled toes under the pillow, hoping for an ounce of relief. she always feels alone in the cold. she is alone. she is lying there...cold, alone...and lets her voice squeeze out amazing grace...how sweet the sound... She likes how the salt stings her eyes, and grows frustrated in knowing she will have to reapply her makeup
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...and going through the same depression sketah.
Let's make a date and drown our tears in some delicious Chili's food!
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