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[thejunipertree]

cry.

All I want to do is cry.

There is this sick sadness welling up in my chest again. And I don't know where it's coming from. But, it's there. And it's a leaden weight for me to carry around wherever I go.

There is something inside of me that is struggling to get out. Only I don't know what it is. I can feel it fluttering and fighting against my bones.

Please.

make it stop.

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