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Jan 2018
Can't tell if my vision is blurring or my windshield is vibrating from the music I'm blurting.
Either way, I can't hear my thoughts over the bars he spits and the bars I swallowed.
But things seem better when my head feels hallow.
On almost crashing my car while on xanax
FrankieM
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FrankieM  21/Non-binary/Texas
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