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Oct 2015
i'm so mixed up and my glass is empty but the moon is full
it's casting shadows in my apartment which is equal parts comforting and creepy and maybe i am alright sometimes but maybe i'm not but maybe i am
this doesn't make any sense but nothing really makes sense today
marisa
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marisa  toronto, ontario
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