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Aug 2014
I’m drunk,
like,
actualy drunk and i find that all i want is you,
still,
even affter ive forgotten alot of other peoples names.
i think my brain is fried and i still don’t care because the psrt that holds you is still ther and i think thats all that matters, really.
Claire Elizabeth
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Claire Elizabeth
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   Joseph Schneider
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