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don’t tell me there is nowhere to go but up poetically, metaphorically, and physically i am 6 feet under ground (basement living baby) fake plants i can’t **** next to childhood mementos i won’t let go of there’s so many things i am not ready to let go of
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Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
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don’t tell me there is nowhere to go but up poetically, metaphorically, and physically i am 6 feet under ground (basement living baby) fake plants i can’t **** next to childhood mementos i won’t let go of there’s so many things i am not ready to let go of
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Oct 13, 2021
Oct 13, 2021 at 10:56 PM UTC
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