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Running Lines

I'm not here to impress. I write to clear my mind and as such, my train of thoughts might be either brilliant or junk.
@ 14.6.10


i feel like fuck. there's a hammer in my head, hammering away. i tried to sleep if off when i got home but it's gotten worse since i woke up. even the teevee seems like its volume is blaring and Ma is talking too loud on the phone. My head feels like it's about to explode. Everything's TOO LOUD. Arrgh. This is crazy. shit. Panadol Extra, i'm coming for you. Right NOW.

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