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Feb 2016
look realistically i shouldn't be sad
but now I'm small and shaky feverish and empty
I just wanna be held in the arms of someone who thinks they're tinier than I am
I wanna be pretty and little
and happy and creepy

In all honesty I have a headache and its my own fault
I cried all night
my throat hurts
but thats because I breathed through my mouth
sat stagnant pulling papers and now im still sad
Astor
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Astor  Intercourse PA
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