DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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eighteen april
one : nineteen a.m.
i'm sorry. i really don't have anything to say. i just need to keep busy. i need my fingers to keep moving. i need my mind to stop reeling.
i don't know why i feel like this. i can't stop thinking about everything, and it's all starting to hurt a lot more. that gorgeous face won't even fix it.
music : that same bird
literature : nothing
fixation : yes