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sick on a friday night

how strange it is to be so comfortable with silence and a phone that doesn't buzz painting my nails purple and listening to grimes as I learn that I missed it - that I love to be alone

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wolfgirl

American

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Written by

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American

Published: Mar 12, 2016
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