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I am crying again. My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes, unstopped he was looking at me. Is it better to hang? I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need, to close all the windows and set gas free. I slapped me. What was the attachment with an alien? I was looking at the face of Venus.
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Nov 8, 2023
Nov 8, 2023 at 7:54 PM UTC
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I am crying again. My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes, unstopped he was looking at me. Is it better to hang? I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need, to close all the windows and set gas free. I slapped me. What was the attachment with an alien? I was looking at the face of Venus.
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Nov 8, 2023 at 7:54 PM UTC
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