everything smells like death today.
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there is no fear here

there is a fear here
Monday, June 02, 2008
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How can you save me when you can't save yourself?
"nothing can save
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski
you
except
writing.
it keeps the walls
from
failing."
— Charles Bukowski


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