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How much longer will my stairs be able to hide my problems? Up, up, up, they go! Face? Are you still hanging on, even by only a last mascaraed lash? Say what you want, but spiders are in.. At least that's what the street kids and i philosophise. It's time for the cob webs to do their dance, there is no meaning. I only have minutes left, 3:48 to be exact.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
stairs
How much longer will my stairs be able to hide my problems? Up, up, up, they go! Face? Are you still hanging on, even by only a last mascaraed lash? Say what you want, but spiders are in.. At least that's what the street kids and i philosophise. It's time for the cob webs to do their dance, there is no meaning. I only have minutes left, 3:48 to be exact.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 9:21 PM UTC
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