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Oct 2017
Spinnin and spinnin
Head breaks off into a branch
The ends of my fingertips thin out
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I am dense in the middle: thin around the edges: i can feel myself melting away.
He told me
Ill meet you there, but someone will hurt you when the time is most wrong
boywasiright
vanessa fonseca
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vanessa fonseca  18/F/massachusetts
(18/F/massachusetts)   
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