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May 2015
It hit the back of my throat
****** taste in the back of my throat
The message sent from your mom
at 12:27 in the morning
But it didn’t hit
reality didn’t hit me till 10: 23
th moring
The pills I bought for you are   now
in the pitof my stomachne
and now I know how yopu felt      aoll this time
Theb morth we spent apart
I dont care about all the spelling errors I wrote this sobbing and it kind of works
Ellie Shelley
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Ellie Shelley  18/Androgynous/Nothing is real
(18/Androgynous/Nothing is real)   
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     --- and Gavin Barnard
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