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Stop poking around. You're just searching for another hair. You're just searching for another reason to be sad. You're not searching for a reason to leave. I hear him utter curses in the other room. Another ****** shake. He's sipped something rotten and now it's gone to waste. I lick the salt off of my skin. Go ahead, deflect again. Try to forget what you read. It's 4/20 after all, put smoke in your head. Cloud those memories a bit. Icy **** rips. ***** and cigarettes. Bernie lost New York last night. Someone please ****** me.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
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Stop poking around. You're just searching for another hair. You're just searching for another reason to be sad. You're not searching for a reason to leave. I hear him utter curses in the other room. Another ****** shake. He's sipped something rotten and now it's gone to waste. I lick the salt off of my skin. Go ahead, deflect again. Try to forget what you read. It's 4/20 after all, put smoke in your head. Cloud those memories a bit. Icy **** rips. ***** and cigarettes. Bernie lost New York last night. Someone please ****** me.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 9:37 AM UTC
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