fixing myself

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I wake up light-headed and I touch my pillow, trying to put my memory back together but I just don't know how the hell I got home last night. I remember standing on the side of the road, my legs barely putting up a fight.
“Why are you doing that with your hair?” “Babe, I don’t care.” “You’re not allowed to do that.” “Sweetie just lose a little fat.” These demons assault me
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