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i have these little movements in my hand which i don’t know why they are there, it could be my past catching up with mr, i wish they will go you see as i spreat my fingers out seroquel shows you how my fingers move slowly and weirdly i used o grab kids and i feel the movements were caused by that, you see it’s the guilt from doing that i say i shouldn’t have done that,oh no you see the movements are abnormal from a sudden moment in a dream, like you being punned down off a ladder or being knocked off a bridge or simply being punched by someone in a dream like last night i dreamt i was given a bag of syringes too dangerous to pick up and i felt every syringe pricking into my body yeah, it pointed into me, i wish it’ll go away the movements could have been coming from the fact i liked feeling my body waiting for an itch, I AM NOY GAY OR HOMOSEXUAL you see instead of liking fighting my parents i tried to say i hated it by feeling my body i hated other people feeling me i say, that if you have a ***** you a boy or man, so obvious i don’t want to be treated like a little girlie i think it could be my hand puppets like a bird and crocodile and grub and possum like other young dudes use weird hand signals
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
seroquel moves my hands, dudes
i have these little movements in my hand which i don’t know why they are there, it could be my past catching up with mr, i wish they will go you see as i spreat my fingers out seroquel shows you how my fingers move slowly and weirdly i used o grab kids and i feel the movements were caused by that, you see it’s the guilt from doing that i say i shouldn’t have done that,oh no you see the movements are abnormal from a sudden moment in a dream, like you being punned down off a ladder or being knocked off a bridge or simply being punched by someone in a dream like last night i dreamt i was given a bag of syringes too dangerous to pick up and i felt every syringe pricking into my body yeah, it pointed into me, i wish it’ll go away the movements could have been coming from the fact i liked feeling my body waiting for an itch, I AM NOY GAY OR HOMOSEXUAL you see instead of liking fighting my parents i tried to say i hated it by feeling my body i hated other people feeling me i say, that if you have a ***** you a boy or man, so obvious i don’t want to be treated like a little girlie i think it could be my hand puppets like a bird and crocodile and grub and possum like other young dudes use weird hand signals
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johnny-georgy-brown
Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 5:36 AM UTC
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