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When the record begins to play, my world transforms into an occult forest where cigarettes cleanse the soul where the music is loud and where cats are people
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
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When the record begins to play, my world transforms into an occult forest where cigarettes cleanse the soul where the music is loud and where cats are people
madison-burnham
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Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
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