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You were freaky as hell. I remember that clearly, you stood out like the sorest thumb, hit by authenticity's ironic hammer. So I tasted the **** and ever-so-slightly veiled disgust you were toting around like some majestic plume in your ragged cap. I don't know if it was just a joke, or maybe you had some intuitive glance at how freaky I'd be. We'll never know now, Will we? Point being, I wonder what became of the girl who let spiders crawl all over her on her bathroom floor. You still do that? You dropped signs, like maybe I was some kind of livestock you were planning on cooking up all for yourself, and I probably wouldn't refuse death by feast. You were a shadow, then. I think I can see you now. But we'll never know now, Will we?
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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You were freaky as hell. I remember that clearly, you stood out like the sorest thumb, hit by authenticity's ironic hammer. So I tasted the **** and ever-so-slightly veiled disgust you were toting around like some majestic plume in your ragged cap. I don't know if it was just a joke, or maybe you had some intuitive glance at how freaky I'd be. We'll never know now, Will we? Point being, I wonder what became of the girl who let spiders crawl all over her on her bathroom floor. You still do that? You dropped signs, like maybe I was some kind of livestock you were planning on cooking up all for yourself, and I probably wouldn't refuse death by feast. You were a shadow, then. I think I can see you now. But we'll never know now, Will we?
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Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 4:26 AM UTC
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