Say one thing about evenings say they're dreary
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That I got a stomach bug on the first day of the year and threw up on every layover while I traveled to a different continent makes me look at this year with zero optimism.
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That on my first night home I came around a pee soaked house with a very sick Meera and a total turmoil makes me feel more confident about the nothing of this year
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That I had a thin duvet on a very cold night of my return and that did little to keep me warm and I woke up shaking, cold, delirious and frozen with blue fingernails and now exist with a strange dry cough that stays with me no matter how much water I drink fills me with a strange joy of looking at everything with a murderous glare.
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