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Please, follow me off The Grid. I’ve had no lasting verity since I came here. I’m getting so overwhelmed. They don’t see me through the smoke and mirrors. Everything is quick as a whip, and I can’t look at you properly here. I want you in tunnel vision. I want to feel love for the first time.
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Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
The Grid
Please, follow me off The Grid. I’ve had no lasting verity since I came here. I’m getting so overwhelmed. They don’t see me through the smoke and mirrors. Everything is quick as a whip, and I can’t look at you properly here. I want you in tunnel vision. I want to feel love for the first time.
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27/F/New York
Jan 23, 2020
Jan 23, 2020 at 10:04 AM UTC
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