Round Two

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The world turns cold.
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susansnow
susansnow
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I don't want to die tonight. Anonymous likes to read and has a hell of a way with words. Snarky? I traced my fingers across a thin chest. Imagined it would spurt booze from the veins if sliced open. Thinking over and over of everyone's push and shove. You're all dead men in the grand scheme. I kissed my mother for the first time in 30 years and didn't like it. Of course this is a fucking diary. I'm not a victim and please don't push me. Telegram Sam. You're my lame man. I told you I'm a pacifist. Oh, but how I dream!

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