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Oct 2017
And there are mornings like this where I can’t get out from under my faulty beliefs and tragic reality. I know but refuse to believe and so I hold this bile in my chest. I feel disrespected by myself and everyone else.
- Indigo B
Indigo B
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Indigo B  21/F/Ether
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       Jazeera, Jamie, Erica Garcia and madalynn rose
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