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Thinking of the time they did coke in my apartment, and they suddenly realized I was beautiful I would have been before, too, but you were always worried about your tutor and the white sludge dripping down the back of your throat tap tap tapping on your brain, that couldn't take it anymore, but did. Now, you live with a woman who works with children they hear the tap tap tapping on their brain and they would have been beautiful, anyway. You are somewhere with no answers to questions, no weeping no laughter and the tap tap tapping on your brain. You are old, and you cannot see the sky.
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
coke, a night in '08
Thinking of the time they did coke in my apartment, and they suddenly realized I was beautiful I would have been before, too, but you were always worried about your tutor and the white sludge dripping down the back of your throat tap tap tapping on your brain, that couldn't take it anymore, but did. Now, you live with a woman who works with children they hear the tap tap tapping on their brain and they would have been beautiful, anyway. You are somewhere with no answers to questions, no weeping no laughter and the tap tap tapping on your brain. You are old, and you cannot see the sky.
jillian-jesser
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May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
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