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Beds lie about comfort. Sighs wrinkle sheets. Nights are not complete and ceilings are painted with deceit that tomorrow things will be different.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
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Beds lie about comfort. Sighs wrinkle sheets. Nights are not complete and ceilings are painted with deceit that tomorrow things will be different.
haley-robbins
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
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