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Cirrhosis Hypnosis

Monsters under beds that come upon night fall oh, for fucks sake its the ethanol awake at what cost days turn over so slowly no wonder they call this substance unholy

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KieraYale

25 / F

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Written by

KieraYale

25 / F

Published: Dec 13, 2020
LinesWords: 731

Tags: #alcohol

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