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war paint stains the clothes i don. it is old but lives on in what comes to mind. there was rot on the battlefield. it is stuck in my nose i cant help but smell it when i breathe. i cant believe i dwell in the past like it has anything for me. we do share a similar sensibility and some unfortunate similarities. // the best part of jumping off a bridge is that everyone says you regret it the second you do. just another reminder that we're all scared to die.
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Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
war paint // birthdays in my medial temporal lobe
war paint stains the clothes i don. it is old but lives on in what comes to mind. there was rot on the battlefield. it is stuck in my nose i cant help but smell it when i breathe. i cant believe i dwell in the past like it has anything for me. we do share a similar sensibility and some unfortunate similarities. // the best part of jumping off a bridge is that everyone says you regret it the second you do. just another reminder that we're all scared to die.
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20/M/canada
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
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