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echos bounce off of the brown wooden walls in this room; i am stuck. a constant ringing - reminder of a time that once was. i survive through dates carved on bridges in front of waterfalls. you avoid eye contact - and i notice. we are swastikas and *** leaves drawn in permanent marker on the insides of desks. we are phone numbers scrawled on bathroom walls - do not call me for a good time. we are cigarette burns - on purpose.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
burn me
echos bounce off of the brown wooden walls in this room; i am stuck. a constant ringing - reminder of a time that once was. i survive through dates carved on bridges in front of waterfalls. you avoid eye contact - and i notice. we are swastikas and *** leaves drawn in permanent marker on the insides of desks. we are phone numbers scrawled on bathroom walls - do not call me for a good time. we are cigarette burns - on purpose.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 11:44 PM UTC
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