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I felt used like an object more like a doorknob one that was unable to project I've had hands on me turned without complain left open to all too many time to drive me insane now all the screws have been uncorked and I can only adjust for one last pull I'm left alone left to be alone and forever dull z.s
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
doorknobs
I felt used like an object more like a doorknob one that was unable to project I've had hands on me turned without complain left open to all too many time to drive me insane now all the screws have been uncorked and I can only adjust for one last pull I'm left alone left to be alone and forever dull z.s
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Aug 6, 2013
Aug 6, 2013 at 1:38 AM UTC
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