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… to mazzy star in my room alone on a friday night and i feel as if the world has been cruel to me. i cannot let anybody near me. even when they want to be. even when I want them to be. saying get out, and stay gone.and then i cry for loneliness — i know that there is no sense in it nothing i do is for reason //
Milla
Jenine Bsharah Baines
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I view it as PTSD.
J…Jen…Jeni…Jenine... Proper names are poetry in the raw. (W.H. Auden) Poet, singer, seeker, hippie grandmother gleefully revealing herself
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