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Mar 2021
hair on the bathroom sink
a lit cigerette not far from it
the smell of stolen cologne
cool dye resting on my scalp
the only thing in my system is a can of monster
ive never felt more connected to the world i want to escape to
flying so high
catch a ride on lady ranicorn
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cal  19/Cisgender Female/ya motha
(19/Cisgender Female/ya motha)   
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