Seventeen

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Dear reader,

Where are you? I'm so sorry. I cannot sleep, cannot dream tonight. I need somebody and always. This sick strange darkness comes

creeping up comes haunting every time. As I stared, I counted the webs from all the spiders, catching things and eating their insides.

Like indecision to call you and hear your voice of treason. Can you come home and stop this pain tonight? Stop this pain tonight.

-Blink 182

I miss you.

-ST

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