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Apr 2017
I enjoy getting so ****** up out of normal consciousness, By ****** up, i mean ******. Or when its 2:34am and i wake up, and take a sleeping medication and sit outside to enjoy the silence. This is the quietest part of my day, I’m so out of it that my brain doesn’t move at the speed of a train, that doesn’t stop, but you’ve got motion sickness. I sit outside in this small town, where hardly a thing happens. I listen to the absolutely nothing i adore. My cigarette is half gone, and my nose is dripping but its freezing of course. After all, it is 30 out. But again, I’m ******.
haylee beckim
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haylee beckim  15/F/Maine
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