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I pick at my sleeve until the wool unravels and think to myself how much would it take for me to unravel along with it?
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
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I pick at my sleeve until the wool unravels and think to myself how much would it take for me to unravel along with it?
mostlyjosie
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Mar 24, 2016
Mar 24, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
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