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sometimes she's empty and it's like her mind is vacated every bone in her body keeps moving, moving, moving and she has no choice she just keeps going
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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sometimes she's empty and it's like her mind is vacated every bone in her body keeps moving, moving, moving and she has no choice she just keeps going
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 9:56 PM UTC
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