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past three a.m. you don't exist except for this time when you thought you could walk in and exist here. listen, these amphetamines make me far too honest. you can't be here while I'm jawing out because I'd love to talk to you.
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
white drugs
past three a.m. you don't exist except for this time when you thought you could walk in and exist here. listen, these amphetamines make me far too honest. you can't be here while I'm jawing out because I'd love to talk to you.
leah-cunningham
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
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