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117 reasons I’m going insane 117 square feet to my name. Trapped in an enclosed room; haven’t been this claustrophobic since I left my mother’s womb. A wallflower to bloom soon. It’s never been my aim to be this lame, but reality and aims aren’t always the same…
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
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117 reasons I’m going insane 117 square feet to my name. Trapped in an enclosed room; haven’t been this claustrophobic since I left my mother’s womb. A wallflower to bloom soon. It’s never been my aim to be this lame, but reality and aims aren’t always the same…
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Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 2:51 AM UTC
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