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Your way of escaping was sleeping, or drinking. My way was books.
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Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
Escape
Your way of escaping was sleeping, or drinking. My way was books.
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ThoughtsOfAnOutcast
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ThoughtsOfAnOutcast
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 3:41 AM UTC
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