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Crushed cigarettes live in sad places. Lit cigarettes often come and go between my parted lips. Suburan houses contain dark circles and drug problems. I can't stop staring at the boy with curly hair.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
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Crushed cigarettes live in sad places. Lit cigarettes often come and go between my parted lips. Suburan houses contain dark circles and drug problems. I can't stop staring at the boy with curly hair.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
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