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I CANNOT SIT WITHIN REACH OF WRITING UTENSIL AND PAPER WITHOUT SCRIBBLING DOWN MY EVERLASTING MEMORY OF THE LINES IN YOUR HANDS OR THE SHADES OF YOUR VEINS MY BRAIN IS SCREAMING AS IF IT’S ON A HIGH WHEN MY PURE EXISTENCE IS A LOW.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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I CANNOT SIT WITHIN REACH OF WRITING UTENSIL AND PAPER WITHOUT SCRIBBLING DOWN MY EVERLASTING MEMORY OF THE LINES IN YOUR HANDS OR THE SHADES OF YOUR VEINS MY BRAIN IS SCREAMING AS IF IT’S ON A HIGH WHEN MY PURE EXISTENCE IS A LOW.
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Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 3:56 PM UTC
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