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Do not wash my hair dress me up or close my eyes I am what I am a husk, a shell discarded and turning up at my own funeral in a bow tie all shampooed and combed hair with my eyes shut as if napping through it all would never be my idea of acceptable.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
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Do not wash my hair dress me up or close my eyes I am what I am a husk, a shell discarded and turning up at my own funeral in a bow tie all shampooed and combed hair with my eyes shut as if napping through it all would never be my idea of acceptable.
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Oct 18, 2015
Oct 18, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
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