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Sep 2017
all of these paths
lead to one place..
hanging out
killing time
in parking lots
wearing ***** scrubs
i was tired i was so late for class
i'm sorry about losing your mail
my vision was a blurry ****
i forgot what i was doing
im sorry for calling you when you're sleeping
just to annoy you and say..
we could quit our jobs and die in bed
with your head on my chest
honey it'll be great.
studying pre med while working just makes you think so much
Chloe Muriel
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Chloe Muriel  19/F/New York
(19/F/New York)   
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