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thrashing writhing twitching your breaths are silent screams of hot air and spit and then broken throats you're imploding because exploding would be too loud.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
crying at one in the morning
thrashing writhing twitching your breaths are silent screams of hot air and spit and then broken throats you're imploding because exploding would be too loud.
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Feb 28, 2015
Feb 28, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
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