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Oh, so you think you can fill this hole with something that feels like music? Something that sounds warm? Cold bodies don’t ******* feel warm. At the end of the night, your temporary song is over. You’re alone. In the quietest, coldest room with nothing to keep you warm, but that **** CD he gave you, on your birthday. It doesn’t get better. It gets worse before it gets anything like better.
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
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Oh, so you think you can fill this hole with something that feels like music? Something that sounds warm? Cold bodies don’t ******* feel warm. At the end of the night, your temporary song is over. You’re alone. In the quietest, coldest room with nothing to keep you warm, but that **** CD he gave you, on your birthday. It doesn’t get better. It gets worse before it gets anything like better.
Sadhippie
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Sep 27, 2018
Sep 27, 2018 at 3:05 PM UTC
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