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Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

I woke up every morning on the couch with a picture of her staring me in the face.

It was either the couch or the bed.

I chose downstairs.

There she was, framed and mocking me.
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  1. BathwaterFebruary 2, 2012 at 5:47 AM

    Tinkerbell's picture is still there perhaps your picture would have been there but the only picture you would offer up was a picture of you at 14 years old.

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