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Oct 2017
I can only imagine that listening to you breathe
Is like watching the Pope discuss theology.
You do everything so well.
Fuckkkkkk, this is getting out of hand. But honestly, I can't think of a single thing I want more right now, and it's driving me mad. Maybe. . . I'm wrong about all of this? God, who knows.

October, 2017
Joy
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Joy  CA
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