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It has become a burgundy line, pointing upwards on the far side of my arm.
Gods I'm restless and lost, and I can feel my throat burning like I'm going to be sick soon. I don't need that. Not now.
Perhaps a shower will clear my head.
It's raining outside. Here.
Gods I'm restless and lost, and I can feel my throat burning like I'm going to be sick soon. I don't need that. Not now.
Perhaps a shower will clear my head.
It's raining outside. Here.