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It's raining outside. Good. Maybe if I walk slowly enough, the water will wash away all the things I have done. I step on every puddle. Every single one, hoping that one of them is actually a giant hole in the ground and that I fall and drown in it.

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⏰ Last updated: Jan 10, 2017 ⏰

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