The Pounding Sea Is Calling Me Home
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Sometimes the only way you really know you're still alive is by finding some way to hurt, to feel pain. The only way you feel real is by wrapping yourself in something, in someone else, in a need to do something to make them see you and acknowledge that you exist.
It's all pretty pointless, really.
God, I hate being awake at this hour.
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