†trade comfort for identity, drown me in kerosen: A SONG FOR ME,
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. The day was grey full of anhedonia. i had to catch the 5;30 bus to ******. walking throrugh the park trying to get tghere fgaster fgor what rerason i dont know, im in no rush my point in being wherevrer im going is nonexistent. the dark covrers me and i can not ruun…