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*indeed my misery is counter-, an archaeological intuitiveness.* you read a story about **** you read a story about Apollo 17... you read a story about the first female commander at Sandhurst.... you read about Czech orphanages' abuse... you read, and you read, what a strange anaesthetic you experience... in your seclusion, you are indeed a cosmonaut by then... drinking and reading this **** is like injecting ****** you begin to shut down, to learn to become numb.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
i wanted to be a vet
*indeed my misery is counter-, an archaeological intuitiveness.* you read a story about **** you read a story about Apollo 17... you read a story about the first female commander at Sandhurst.... you read about Czech orphanages' abuse... you read, and you read, what a strange anaesthetic you experience... in your seclusion, you are indeed a cosmonaut by then... drinking and reading this **** is like injecting ****** you begin to shut down, to learn to become numb.
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May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 12:50 PM UTC
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