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Headphones. Always something bumping loudly Because I hate the sound of myself breathing. Nothing to do with living or dying every time I say I quit, turns out I'm lying. Smoke a pack a day. And add some green in. My breaths grow more shallow because I've gone off the deep end.
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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Headphones. Always something bumping loudly Because I hate the sound of myself breathing. Nothing to do with living or dying every time I say I quit, turns out I'm lying. Smoke a pack a day. And add some green in. My breaths grow more shallow because I've gone off the deep end.
This one is strange, but I kinda like how it turned out.
Nonsensical
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Dec 13, 2014
Dec 13, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
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