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It is 11:30 at night, and I wreak of essential oils I believe I must be some sort of ethereal goddess to smell so good I am ****** But I massage my body from top to bottom in unscented lotion and gently cover each body part in warn socks, sweater, sweat pants because I am ****** I paint my nails and heat up a rice bag for my neck I stretch out my muscles I am happy with myself I wonder why I am only happy with myself when I am ******
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
I Wrote This While I Was High
It is 11:30 at night, and I wreak of essential oils I believe I must be some sort of ethereal goddess to smell so good I am ****** But I massage my body from top to bottom in unscented lotion and gently cover each body part in warn socks, sweater, sweat pants because I am ****** I paint my nails and heat up a rice bag for my neck I stretch out my muscles I am happy with myself I wonder why I am only happy with myself when I am ******
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 1:31 AM UTC
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