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we sit clutching each other on my ****** bed in this ****** apartment. on the other side of that wall, there's him; a drug addict I can't seem to get over. and on the other side of the other wall, there's her; a stuck up ***** you can't seem to get over. we can hear them both, they surround us on either side. and in the middle of these two thin ****** walls is two people, who are trying to escape two ****** people with the ****** comfort of each other.
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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we sit clutching each other on my ****** bed in this ****** apartment. on the other side of that wall, there's him; a drug addict I can't seem to get over. and on the other side of the other wall, there's her; a stuck up ***** you can't seem to get over. we can hear them both, they surround us on either side. and in the middle of these two thin ****** walls is two people, who are trying to escape two ****** people with the ****** comfort of each other.
rachael-longo
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May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:17 AM UTC
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