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Nov 2018
Sometimes he stared at himself in the mirror, his skin polar bear white. He thought if he stared long enough he would be capable of withstanding time and its weathering effects. He liked the scent of his hairbrush and the feeling of it pushing against his scalp. A stranger, high on ******* and misery, pushed him infront of a metro. This was not in any way part of his future plans.
WA West
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WA West  M/Belgium
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