I have a heard of goosebumps on my arms. I'm wearing my John Deere pants from Christmas, trying to warm myself up. My lips are hanging open because I don't have the energy to close them and I'm falling over from a stomach cramp. My shoulders feel as if there being stabbed by a thousand pins. My hair is a wild mess on my neck. It's 11:30 at night, that time when I get lonely enough to think I'm in a living nightmare.
10 years ago
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