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The one about a friend

 

I dreamt of you last night.

Only it wasn’t you. It was a distorted image. A memory of a memory of a memory…from the last time I remembered your face. Read more

MAD

I get mad. I get mad all the fucking time.
I get mad with the sunlight on my pillow at 6 AM. It won’t fucking leave me alone. It won’t let me sleep.  Read more