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Oct 2014
i can feel my pulse in my shoulder blades and
sometimes i'm out of breath for no reason and
there's glitter in my eyelashes
and homie is my new word
and i have rings on even though i hate rings and
driving makes me forget my name and
sometimes i fall asleep in the middle of a sudoku game
and really there is something to be said for being alive
Pretty Panic
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Pretty Panic  Constantly Running
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