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too much upkeep all I dream of is sleep these social standards are temporary cancers only dissipating when I count sheep days fleeting without eating still I'm always choking on repeated scenes only relying on things that aid in dying it is no way to live being so set on ending when I didn't even begin yet
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
social standards
too much upkeep all I dream of is sleep these social standards are temporary cancers only dissipating when I count sheep days fleeting without eating still I'm always choking on repeated scenes only relying on things that aid in dying it is no way to live being so set on ending when I didn't even begin yet
alexandraottas
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Sep 7, 2014
Sep 7, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
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