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I sometimes misinterpret my guilt. For my sadness often has me inebriated with some kind of sick joy. Maybe i am deserving of this... melancholia.
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
The strangest bleus
I sometimes misinterpret my guilt. For my sadness often has me inebriated with some kind of sick joy. Maybe i am deserving of this... melancholia.
Adrienjaymez
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 3:11 PM UTC
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