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my tired hands grip the counter rather shakily as i stare into my bloodshot eyes.
there's spit running down my chin, &&a toilet bowl full of last nights dinner. the sweat on my brow is like the condensation on a bottle of beer. the heat is withering me away to the point of nothing. my hands are tremorous as i relive every horrible event that's ( Read more... )
there's spit running down my chin, &&a toilet bowl full of last nights dinner. the sweat on my brow is like the condensation on a bottle of beer. the heat is withering me away to the point of nothing. my hands are tremorous as i relive every horrible event that's ( Read more... )
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