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i think my black coffee self has started to rot away and i've become coffee with cream a little softer with less sharp edges a little smoother to touch warm like summer air the war zone inside my head has made itself childproof and i've furnished the place with pillows and chapsticks i want you to be comfortable with me because i am most certainly not (a.m.c.)
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
{uncomfortable}
i think my black coffee self has started to rot away and i've become coffee with cream a little softer with less sharp edges a little smoother to touch warm like summer air the war zone inside my head has made itself childproof and i've furnished the place with pillows and chapsticks i want you to be comfortable with me because i am most certainly not (a.m.c.)
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May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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