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my painted fingers feel like armor when i rub them together i feel them pilling i like pills specifically oxy it makes me nauseous so does bourbon but i dont mind that it also makes me floaty and black out i dont like to black out i love drunk memories they make me feel free even though im really stuck in a bird cage it was my moms birthday she smiles when i told her i love her what have you done tonight what do you mean I wanna try coke ive been thinking about that a lot lately ***** makes me feel best I dont get hungover with it so I drank that too I wanna stab my self not for pain or anything (I mean i want that too) but because I love blood i wanna see it taste it im done now
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
i am drunk
my painted fingers feel like armor when i rub them together i feel them pilling i like pills specifically oxy it makes me nauseous so does bourbon but i dont mind that it also makes me floaty and black out i dont like to black out i love drunk memories they make me feel free even though im really stuck in a bird cage it was my moms birthday she smiles when i told her i love her what have you done tonight what do you mean I wanna try coke ive been thinking about that a lot lately ***** makes me feel best I dont get hungover with it so I drank that too I wanna stab my self not for pain or anything (I mean i want that too) but because I love blood i wanna see it taste it im done now
**** elliot man detective is hot at ****
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Dec 12, 2015
Dec 12, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
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