"The sweeping up the heart,
And putting love away
We shall not want to use again
Until eternity."
The year is over. Then again it has been for a while.
I hear the muffled sounds of fireworks and laughter coming from outside.
I just threw up the only solid food of the day, and the nausea is overwhelming. And the night is not even near over yet. 9:30 p.m.
I feel deleted from everything. I am nothing. I am no one. Am I even real?
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