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It was the birthday calender. It was the mean text. But it was the birthday calender first, tacked to the wall and dense with the names of people I didn't recognize. Larry something or other, Jessica (scribble), Monte the alien. So real and so grandstand - the year is congested with people. Existence is chock-full of experience, all scrambled eggs. And then it was the mean text. I know my relationship is falling apart, I read futures in overturned bowls of breakfast. At twenty three all I want is to be self sufficient and loved. So I let the buried dragon coin me trinket. So I payed for his auto insurance. So I almost bought him a house. So I dealt with veiled abuse - veiled, the phony ****** bride. I want to cook breakfast for nice people on planet tried and failed.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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It was the birthday calender. It was the mean text. But it was the birthday calender first, tacked to the wall and dense with the names of people I didn't recognize. Larry something or other, Jessica (scribble), Monte the alien. So real and so grandstand - the year is congested with people. Existence is chock-full of experience, all scrambled eggs. And then it was the mean text. I know my relationship is falling apart, I read futures in overturned bowls of breakfast. At twenty three all I want is to be self sufficient and loved. So I let the buried dragon coin me trinket. So I payed for his auto insurance. So I almost bought him a house. So I dealt with veiled abuse - veiled, the phony ****** bride. I want to cook breakfast for nice people on planet tried and failed.
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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