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by @unbreaking

I know it’s like getting hit at 120 waking up a week later with fractured ribs, a cut in my skull, a feeling of uselessness in my limbs, and a chronic mental trauma meanwhile all you got are facial bruises caused by the airbag that at least saved you despite that, a dent in the quarter panel, minor damage to the bumpers and it’s all fucking covered by an insurance company the headlines will be filled with something like reckless imprudence resulting to physical injuries but you won’t need your lawyers anymore because I promise you I will take the blame anyway
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unbreaking
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Oct 6, 2015
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2m
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This one was originally posted on fb/tumblr.

It's already 12:02 and I'm waiting for a phone call that's never gonna happen, I guess. Sad shit. It's 1:25, lol, as expected. Gonna go to sleep now.

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