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It is lonely here tonight. No matter how much happy music I play or how many celexas I take, I just cant seem to shake this feeling. He is absent lately, on edge, distant. He sleeps while I speak, always. Do you remember how happy we were in the winter? How happy I was, with piggy back rides and roses? Now it is deserts and deserts and deserts and deserts.

Everything about her screams "wigwam, tepee." Everything about her screams "a mess."

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