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May 2014
And I sort of fell in love with plastic cups.
The ability to fall, and never break apart.
Because, as for me.
I'm just a glass positioned a little to close to the edge of the table.
NV
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NV  19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.
(19/Cisgender/find me at a cemetery.)   
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