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Lungs flatten out Like burnt pancakes. And the fault of that is; I'm not made of glass. And no one Knows I'm suffocating. 3/11/16
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Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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Lungs flatten out Like burnt pancakes. And the fault of that is; I'm not made of glass. And no one Knows I'm suffocating. 3/11/16
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Denver, CO
Jul 11, 2016
Jul 11, 2016 at 1:58 PM UTC
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