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I don't know how to exist outisde of your bed. My life is a chapped lip. Blues and yellows forget Math exists.
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
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I don't know how to exist outisde of your bed. My life is a chapped lip. Blues and yellows forget Math exists.
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Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:49 PM UTC
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