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Now Everybody Knows But You

Christ! now everybody knows but you. I could shout myself from the rooftops, still you would not hear me. God! in his infinite jesting, he stuffs your ears with cotton balls.

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danielzell

20 / M / Minnesota

Published: Oct 11, 2017
LinesWords: 731

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