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One hit, Two hits, Three hits, four. My thoughts begin to walk out the door. Five hits, Six hits, Seven hits, eight. Suddenly I can think straight.
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May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
smoke
One hit, Two hits, Three hits, four. My thoughts begin to walk out the door. Five hits, Six hits, Seven hits, eight. Suddenly I can think straight.
#smoke#sad#thoughts#smoking
liajthompson
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liajthompson
18/F/Minnesota
May 12, 2018
May 12, 2018 at 3:17 PM UTC
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