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Jun 2015
i'm tired of the feedback in my ears
and the low, settled silt in my abdomen.
i'm tired of staring at the little box on the screen that you try to communicate with
and i am so ******* tired of hearing you cry.
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Redshift  F
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   Crestfallen, mads, r l and Santiago
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