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its twelve past 11, twelve minutes feels like four ******* years as i lay motionless in my bed, thinking about how i could had prevented all of this madness from happening.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
twelve past
its twelve past 11, twelve minutes feels like four ******* years as i lay motionless in my bed, thinking about how i could had prevented all of this madness from happening.
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Jan 9, 2018
Jan 9, 2018 at 7:36 PM UTC
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