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Jul 2013
Two
There's so much pressure on
my chest and I can't figure out
how to make it into real words
that sound like "don't *******
text me after two years of silence
and just say 'hey whats up,' you
massive *******" except nicer.
Megan Grace
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Megan Grace
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