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Idk how long I've been awake. I probably slept at 3 smtg. Now it's almost 6am.
Mom threw away my very ugly looking pencil bolster. It was the softest thing that contained all my tears when wood broke up with me. The softest little thing...... I miss that thing. She replaced my two very ugly pencils with two filling real bolsters. But I prefer my ugly old buddy. I can't stop thinking about what happened, what would happen.
I don't use to be like this. I can usually sleep even without the pencil. Whenever I leave home, I usually could sleep well.
Something's making me extremely empty inside idk what's wrong. Haih.
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