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Dec 2014
last night I drank a whole bottle and it gave me the same butterflies you did;
a boy tried to get me to go into his car alone with him
I laughed in his face
it was funny because he didn't know how broken I am
I smoked so much I was flying
I don't remember how I got home
and I was surrounded by people who were saying my name
but I knew that they didn't know me
I'm bad at writing when I'm hungrover
kylie formella
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kylie formella  Courtland, Virginia
(Courtland, Virginia)   
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