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3/29/2017 steaming july days, screaming at me that I certainly did not know what I got myself into i couldve slashed my throat and bled onto the connn-creete and it wouldve boiled *no, you dont understand no, you dont understand no you dont understand you understand? no, dont you dont understand, no dont you understand? no? no...you'll never understand.* twisting our car-seat conversation back and forth like a rivet you were right i didnt understand and i never did, an ingenue you see back then i was young for my old age and old for my young age who are you now youve grown your hair out and youre as woman as me? a better photographer, too but youre odd and always will be i didnt know the indications of looove i was what i was: just a little girl.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
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3/29/2017 steaming july days, screaming at me that I certainly did not know what I got myself into i couldve slashed my throat and bled onto the connn-creete and it wouldve boiled *no, you dont understand no, you dont understand no you dont understand you understand? no, dont you dont understand, no dont you understand? no? no...you'll never understand.* twisting our car-seat conversation back and forth like a rivet you were right i didnt understand and i never did, an ingenue you see back then i was young for my old age and old for my young age who are you now youve grown your hair out and youre as woman as me? a better photographer, too but youre odd and always will be i didnt know the indications of looove i was what i was: just a little girl.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 10:11 AM UTC
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