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Feb 2015
there was the right, sort of intoxication, the right concoction, the morning started with commotion, with worry about this and that, but was resolved really quickly, like a swift kick of a crying cat, I'm ready for a new day, I polished my hair and brushed my teeth, I won't forget where I came from, but ******, cold shower its a new day
Hurt LockerFeed Birds
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Hurt LockerFeed Birds  25/M/San Francisco
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