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Jan 2016
forgive impulsive aches it makes the earthquake you intake less of a moral mistake . prescriptions that enslave the absent waves, silent mindsets stridently crash into relapse.   perhaps the map possess a crave of the same shame.  but see I'm to blame, my mom wasn't the influence staining my strains. See she was tamed, and ashamed. blue chains only entered her veins, bruising the pain in her brain.
Keirsten Suszko
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