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| [23:25 PM;xo] |
She looks around & realises how much she hates her house & everything in it. Her head hurts.
The clock changes.
The advert on T.V..how dramatic? It annoys her so much.
The clock changes.
The kitchen stinks of stale fags, two full ashtrays on the table.
The clock changes.
She hears the bubbles in the fishtank, up & up & up.
And a distant buzzing, constant, perseverant.
The clock changes.
Her foots gone dead, and the floor is cold, but it will do in her.
Nothing brings any comfort.
The clock changes.
23:30 PM
Peace;xo
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