April 24, 1999: Being accepted leaves scars
The mind is tired, my heart still racing from a week of hard gut reaction. My eyes swollen shut—the lack of sleep plays games with me. The strangest thing about being loyal is nobody but those closest to you notice.
April 24, 1999: Being accepted leaves scars
The mind is tired, my heart still racing from a week of hard gut reaction. My eyes swollen shut—the lack of sleep plays games with me. The strangest thing about being loyal is nobody but those closest to you notice.
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