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let it drain

Tap into the emotion, the pain, the ocean crushing down on me. Tap into the sorrow, the overwhelming nothingness that threatens to steal me away. Might it? I’ve been here before and now I’m here again. If only I’d prepared myself for this bloodletting.


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