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i never let my dishes soak after i use them because i hear a voice every time i try to and it makes me sick i used to think my paralysis was lucidity not hysteria but now i know the difference i wish i had big teeth, so big, that they'd fill my mouth and i didn't have to talk
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Jan 16, 2017
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