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Needle thin pressures like slivers in my head. I'm ****** up again. But you - you make it really quaint. Hop scotch number count, 1 hit - 2 jumps it makes it work again- the piston in my heart.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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Needle thin pressures like slivers in my head. I'm ****** up again. But you - you make it really quaint. Hop scotch number count, 1 hit - 2 jumps it makes it work again- the piston in my heart.
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:09 AM UTC
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