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It's dark, it's soft with some pokey out bits some of which are sharp and hurt; it's like anyone else's head really.


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Saturday, September 17

Update

So I made it though the birthday, alone, sad, but that's behind me. Now I'm dreading the winter. It's starting to get colder, didn't make it out of the 50s yesterday. I don't want to turn on the heat. I don't want to see the snow.

I'm missing summer already.

typed with reckless abandon by Rynn @ 3:22:00 PM 

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