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Dain bread

I'm brain dead a condition affecting one of those lobes in your head. One cannot think when their dead in the brain but the second you try to sleep, you can't stop the thoughts.

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ben-rhoades

Published: Apr 13, 2013
LinesWords: 434

Notes: Brain dead whoops

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