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Let's take a little trip. A trip to the most ****** up corner of my mind. Trees of jealousy and hate tower over floors of lies covering up a core of hunger and brokenness. Where did it all start? The beginning is blurred. Was it me? Or Was it her?
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
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Let's take a little trip. A trip to the most ****** up corner of my mind. Trees of jealousy and hate tower over floors of lies covering up a core of hunger and brokenness. Where did it all start? The beginning is blurred. Was it me? Or Was it her?
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Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
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