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Descent
My god, isn't it the weekend yet? I am having one of those days when everything is dark and it seems like it won't ever lift and I can't say why. (I know, but I won't say why.) And it's all ghost angst, but it still feels very, very real. This entry is shit, I know. I'm sorry. That's my life in a nutshell, or, in a messy nutshell as the fabulous professor might once have said...
More lies:
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