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Leech

Leeching to a dependent, I've never been cured by the cold. I hear the planes flap their wings and long for them to let me fly away with them. "I don't actually own him, but we're together all the time so I guess we're friends." And I'm taking a bath while I'm still clean, to burn the follicles off my creasing forehead.
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peyton-leigh-stille
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Apr 19, 2014
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