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I'm just I can't feel my lips on my face so still i cant move them on their own i can't tell if they are parted i can't tell if they exist i can't feel my hips or my feet, or my lefs i can't move them i can't feel them i want to break i want all of the confusion, the disconnectedness i can cry but i can't escape this and i can't can't escape this there is no break a million scattered shattered steps stood stunning chameleon flattered I can't move. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6n_z-FdEkw&feature;=youtu.be ^unlisted
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
Atypical Narcolepsy
I'm just I can't feel my lips on my face so still i cant move them on their own i can't tell if they are parted i can't tell if they exist i can't feel my hips or my feet, or my lefs i can't move them i can't feel them i want to break i want all of the confusion, the disconnectedness i can cry but i can't escape this and i can't can't escape this there is no break a million scattered shattered steps stood stunning chameleon flattered I can't move. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l6n_z-FdEkw&feature;=youtu.be ^unlisted
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:59 AM UTC
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