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Strangers. She is something strange. Strange but interesting. Dark dark hair. Black hair. Dark eyes. Dark dark eyes. Brown eyes. We talked all evening. Really reconnected since I got locked up. We hadn't talked for a while. We spoke of life. Sisters Girlfriends Drinking Drugs Self harming Overdosing Love Pain Boys Girls Her Me Hair dye Blue eyes The good The bad Life Life And most of all past The stuff we used to do. We spoke of change. Of unstableness. Suicide Pain We got everything out. We talked about ex girlfriends. No we are not strangers. Yes a strange friendship. But not strangers. Both of us know more about one another than nearly anyone else. Stay safe strange human.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
...A girl...
Strangers. She is something strange. Strange but interesting. Dark dark hair. Black hair. Dark eyes. Dark dark eyes. Brown eyes. We talked all evening. Really reconnected since I got locked up. We hadn't talked for a while. We spoke of life. Sisters Girlfriends Drinking Drugs Self harming Overdosing Love Pain Boys Girls Her Me Hair dye Blue eyes The good The bad Life Life And most of all past The stuff we used to do. We spoke of change. Of unstableness. Suicide Pain We got everything out. We talked about ex girlfriends. No we are not strangers. Yes a strange friendship. But not strangers. Both of us know more about one another than nearly anyone else. Stay safe strange human.
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May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 1:01 PM UTC
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