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Jul 2014
It's four in the afternoon
and
I have been drunk for two days.
I was hoping that
maybe
with blurred vision, I wouldn't have to
see your face in my
head.
Now, I cannot tell if this
nausea
is a side effect of the ***** or of
you.

- R. H.
Bec
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Bec  29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet
(29/Cisgender Female/Ghost Planet)   
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