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If *** is the joke *********** is a thirteen year old ****** acne spots and sweat glands, explaining the punchline. Just pick one honey, they all end the same with you ************ inside of my body while I fantasize you care about the way we're drowning in these shallow pools of dopamine. I miss my soul. It wasn't you who took it, this is not on you. I gave it up willingly, it's harsh and heavy demands no longer audible amidst the screams of **** It" at high volume on repeat. But memory holds me in the inbetween Devouring innocence, you will not become it. The wheels of time keep turning, breaking butterflies as they go. The same ones that came for you Are coming for me too, you know.
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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If *** is the joke *********** is a thirteen year old ****** acne spots and sweat glands, explaining the punchline. Just pick one honey, they all end the same with you ************ inside of my body while I fantasize you care about the way we're drowning in these shallow pools of dopamine. I miss my soul. It wasn't you who took it, this is not on you. I gave it up willingly, it's harsh and heavy demands no longer audible amidst the screams of **** It" at high volume on repeat. But memory holds me in the inbetween Devouring innocence, you will not become it. The wheels of time keep turning, breaking butterflies as they go. The same ones that came for you Are coming for me too, you know.
Anistasia
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Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
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