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Jan 2014
I found myself writing about the purging I wish I had with my mouth
i am stuck on the bunch of insinuations of letting a bunch of strangers know this is how i ******* feel. HELP ME NOW!
why are you so depending on someone? why are we behaving like a train wreck
tilted over on the tracks because clearly you are meant to move
motion and fast and fast burning coal and pace and burn and more motives
but i failed at that once again and i feel like swallowing a pool of water just to feel my throat swallow but i don't wish to keep the ***** reminiscence of water.
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Speak to me Laura
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