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coffee appendicitis and baby tragedies a toxic fixation and his nineteen fifties apathy his clothes hung loosely over you. you are sleeping on his bedsheets but your own bed they smell like him but feel like you **** them) and you can listen to him smile through the door but you cannot open it.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
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coffee appendicitis and baby tragedies a toxic fixation and his nineteen fifties apathy his clothes hung loosely over you. you are sleeping on his bedsheets but your own bed they smell like him but feel like you **** them) and you can listen to him smile through the door but you cannot open it.
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Jun 16, 2012
Jun 16, 2012 at 4:52 PM UTC
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