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I wake up Every morning Crusted over, Like some sort of pastry. The effects From a night of crying While I sleep— Again.
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
Mo(u)rning Aftermath
I wake up Every morning Crusted over, Like some sort of pastry. The effects From a night of crying While I sleep— Again.
taylor-reese
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Jun 1, 2014
Jun 1, 2014 at 8:56 PM UTC
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