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May 2015
I remember when my brother & I would play pretend therapist on the docks in summer time. He would scream, they're just lines on a board I don't see anything.
It's funny because now you're twenty, & I'm picking you up from therapy. You grumbled as we drove home, "that chair isn't comfortable like it use to be" I slammed on the breaks, and realized they're just lines on a board, I don't see anything.
Chemicals
Madeysin
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