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burning

by @lydiaduhhhh

Yesterday I came home mad I had the house to myself so I went to my room and packed a bowl I decided to clean the bathroom because for me, cleaning is therapeutic I took a hit and then scrubbed the sink I took a hit then cleaned the toilet I took a hit and then cleaned the mirrors I took a hit and scrubbed the bathtub I took a hit and swept the floors the bathroom I stood in smelled like bleach and marijuana I felt better burning and bleaching the days gunk away
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lydiaduhhhh
30 / American
Published
Sep 14, 2018
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#weed#feels#cleaning#bowl#smoke#me#feelings#therapy#day
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