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[packsherbags]

I eat my way through a bottomless bag of dried mango slices as I loop through my Matchbox 20 CD from eighth grade. The phone rings, I check who it is and toss the receiver to the ground, into the tangle of wires. My own face, in colored plaster, stares at me at an angle from its position atop my CD case, and I can't think about it or me. I smell

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[animal_in_bed]

*hugs* I know exactly how you feel.