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Sep 2019
Polite shadows.

Rocket fuel.
Hello.
I’m ok.
Not really.
But that’s fine.
Not important.
Too important.
Waste away.
Never wasted.
Arm rest.
Too tired.
And a big ******* montage of heck fire.



Garrett Johnson.
The reservoir dogs laughed and took my lunch money.
Garrett Johnson
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Garrett Johnson  23/M/In the woods
(23/M/In the woods)   
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