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I wanna **** myself. its your birthday. maybe then i won't have to see you watch me **** myself on mine. i spread pictures of your past so you can watch. there are none of my own. they're kept in a vault called excommunicate. something that never was will disintegrate there. goodbye.
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Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
deathday
I wanna **** myself. its your birthday. maybe then i won't have to see you watch me **** myself on mine. i spread pictures of your past so you can watch. there are none of my own. they're kept in a vault called excommunicate. something that never was will disintegrate there. goodbye.
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Bhutanese
Oct 18, 2016
Oct 18, 2016 at 7:12 PM UTC
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