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Jul 2019
Bleeding is what happens when you don't have blood to bleed.

Crying is the sideboard when your grief no longer leaves.


Kind of, if kind of life, the non altruisctic bags that see.


It's kind of if you hadn't tried, sisters only find the way to grieve.


Taxes and obama find a world where I should pay.
It's only taxes and costumes, it's not my greatest day
T R S
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