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Jul 2016
it's a fine tuesday afternoon,
and you sit inside locked within your room
the sun burns and the voices hurt,
though you are craving human touch
yet the only things touching your skin is this bottle of wine and your cigarettes to your lips
Julia Mae
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Julia Mae  25/Illinois.
(25/Illinois.)   
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