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Jul 16
“she slept at his last night”
i can’t deal with the feeling
that fills even
my fingertips with pangs of pain  
fight or flight?

“oh ok”

i choose neither, there’s nothing i can do
mila splawska
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mila splawska  15/F/probably my room
(15/F/probably my room)   
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