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Mar 2015
I now can't stand the sounds of screaming in and out of my mind. Triggered by a lack of motion for healing is to die.
The wasteful grins of unexplained thrills, families can be the ones that ****. Leaves die from the outside as we suffer in. I sigh and wait till pains of words pass, if it never sinks I may aswell fall deep into distasteful glory.
Tamika Dakota
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Tamika Dakota  Australia
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