"...we should all prepare a place where we can accommodate all the tragedies that sooner or later will come to our lives..."--Cormac McCarthy
This morning, I woke up so depressed, the words were caught in my throat, and they were invisible to me and everyone else--
The self crumbling, pieces falling into ash--
--and I could feel my heart beating from the Ritalin, and I took a long sigh--
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