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Current mood:dead
When you lose your best friend, who do you call when you can't stop crying in the middle of the night? What do you do when you can't talk to the only person who understands? I think of black. It's the easiest when my eyes are closed. If I'm thinking of black, there's no room for anything else. I can't see anything that will make me cry. Memories make me cry. So does angry. And love. And God. And hugs. And happy. And sad. And cold. And tired. Tired always makes me cry. They say that injured dogs will bite the hand that tries to help them. That's me. Class A bitch.
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