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Lagavulin and Diet Coke. I wish I had something to smoke. Blue eyes and crooked teeth. My eyes light up when I'm mad. Even more when you call me bad girl. She's become such a loner. And stopped being a stoner. Isolated in a tiny home. Still feels like she's not grown. Broken bed. I don't want to live but I don't want to be dead.
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
sunday morning
Lagavulin and Diet Coke. I wish I had something to smoke. Blue eyes and crooked teeth. My eyes light up when I'm mad. Even more when you call me bad girl. She's become such a loner. And stopped being a stoner. Isolated in a tiny home. Still feels like she's not grown. Broken bed. I don't want to live but I don't want to be dead.
chloe-fuller
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Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 9:47 AM UTC
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