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Mar 2016
I want to tell you something,
But I don't know how
So I'll just say it here:

I forgot there were butterflies on my wrist
Until it was too late
I guess I technically broke my clean again. I just scratched myself a lot with a safety pin. That was only because I didn't have a screwdriver to take apart my pencil sharpener and also my bowie knife was across the room from me
Can't Believe It's Not Butter
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Can't Believe It's Not Butter  California
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     Pastell dichter
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