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I am still in the cocoon of your tall grass and my fingernails stopped growing after I chewed them off too many times my dress keeps getting shorter and sometimes the clouds peek at my ******* the wind has just picked up I’m not sure if there’s a storm because I am face down I heard lightning but felt no thunder the grass grew tall above me taller than previous years and though this might be a scary sight I love those weedy willows
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
grass.
I am still in the cocoon of your tall grass and my fingernails stopped growing after I chewed them off too many times my dress keeps getting shorter and sometimes the clouds peek at my ******* the wind has just picked up I’m not sure if there’s a storm because I am face down I heard lightning but felt no thunder the grass grew tall above me taller than previous years and though this might be a scary sight I love those weedy willows
liz-paola
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:04 PM UTC
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