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Jul 2019
Summer slits throats so sit up straight while I sing songs of sadness to suffering souls and saints of speaking minds.


Alliteration is consistency, and I need that in my life right now.
Read this out loud with a lisp.
Written by
Bummer  17/My room
(17/My room)   
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