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Oh, go on, and give it up, you alone and something types. Heaving thoughts through throats slit wide eyed stare. While you slept I was surely alive.
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
Narcolepsy
Oh, go on, and give it up, you alone and something types. Heaving thoughts through throats slit wide eyed stare. While you slept I was surely alive.
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May 9, 2010
May 9, 2010 at 12:31 PM UTC
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