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the open breeze from my open bedroom window stray hairs and i'm cold but god, it feels good to feel something other than the smoke in my eyes.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
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the open breeze from my open bedroom window stray hairs and i'm cold but god, it feels good to feel something other than the smoke in my eyes.
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Jul 30, 2017
Jul 30, 2017 at 11:24 PM UTC
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