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The hardest part of all this is that when i stand on the edge of my roof and breathe. i look at the stars and they make me wonder what this would do to you inhale 1..2..3..4..5 hold 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8 exhale 1..2..3..4..5 the chemicals in my brain burn holes into my lungs
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Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
Kalopsia
The hardest part of all this is that when i stand on the edge of my roof and breathe. i look at the stars and they make me wonder what this would do to you inhale 1..2..3..4..5 hold 1..2..3..4..5..6..7..8 exhale 1..2..3..4..5 the chemicals in my brain burn holes into my lungs
you put your hand on my shoulder and whisper for me to come inside
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20/Transmasculine/England
Apr 24, 2018
Apr 24, 2018 at 7:18 AM UTC
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