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I hate pickles neon green colored cubes of sweet bitter vinegar fermented cucumbers that have lost their identity in green no. 3 and dealing with oblivion seems like (green pickles) ......disgusting and it makes me lose my identity. so please give me adrenaline for whenever my heart sinks so I don't fall into oblivion sans-identity like pickles
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Pickles
I hate pickles neon green colored cubes of sweet bitter vinegar fermented cucumbers that have lost their identity in green no. 3 and dealing with oblivion seems like (green pickles) ......disgusting and it makes me lose my identity. so please give me adrenaline for whenever my heart sinks so I don't fall into oblivion sans-identity like pickles
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Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
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