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...a breaking in my future, I signed the contract and I did it semi-willingly. I'm biting off the tips of my fingertips and grinning reckless abandon at those who scratch at my heals from their nasty voiceboxes above my head. The details and plans were filled with tiny blue ink promises to yourself, to others. Those were the promises people don't get to know about. So many secrets and you're caught ...
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sleep is for the weak

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