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there is a thin layer of grease over everything that i touch yet the skin over my knuckles is dry and red lips cracked i try and try and try but never manage to be enough maybe they put hate in the cleaner i soak my retainer in because i feel it every time my teeth clench i know your name your order your lunchtime nuances about your dogs grandchildren your job and house little useless details about what makes everyone in this town who they are but you don't know me and neither do i
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
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there is a thin layer of grease over everything that i touch yet the skin over my knuckles is dry and red lips cracked i try and try and try but never manage to be enough maybe they put hate in the cleaner i soak my retainer in because i feel it every time my teeth clench i know your name your order your lunchtime nuances about your dogs grandchildren your job and house little useless details about what makes everyone in this town who they are but you don't know me and neither do i
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Jan 12, 2018
Jan 12, 2018 at 10:10 AM UTC
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