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Dec 2014
can
someone
please
just
*******
shoot
me
before
the
sun
rises
over
the
hills
of
my bedsheets?

It's nearly
one in
the morning
and the
peaks of
my hips
are digging
into my
spine.

Soon the
sun will
be doing
the same
to the
ozone layer.
im going ******* insane.
Claire Elizabeth
Written by
Claire Elizabeth
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