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Nov 2013
wallowing in deepest **** cannot help
after a while, your nose can't smell it and you get too used to what is abnormal
even though I hate what you're suffering through, this heavy baggage which isn't all yours
inherited
I am here for you, commiserating in spirit

I am here for you
Cripp
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Cripp
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