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Disgust wrapped in disgust wrapped in disgust Fill me up to the brim, I'm a weak paper cup. I crumple over my predisposed disorders, Folding against deeply etched wrinkles. Let my sickness drip through pinprick holes, And I am wholly incomplete, excreting my soul. -SLuR
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
Make myself sick.
Disgust wrapped in disgust wrapped in disgust Fill me up to the brim, I'm a weak paper cup. I crumple over my predisposed disorders, Folding against deeply etched wrinkles. Let my sickness drip through pinprick holes, And I am wholly incomplete, excreting my soul. -SLuR
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Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:33 PM UTC
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