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Mar 2015
3/3/2015

"Hard when all my friends are
addicts, down low people, you know..."
caught her own thumbs.
spring'd only come in calendar form,
it hit her astonishingly coldly like
"Please don't let her do anything that could hurt her.." From the others and the don't worry I won't that came with it.
"I don't know my value," adjusting her skirt
"and I guess I never will"
who will buy me cigarettes now :(
Written by
KD Miller  princeton | NYC
(princeton | NYC)   
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   --- and Ariel Baptista
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