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My clothes are a social kind of hide, a public naked when i come home stripped, sort of alone i can get out of these fabric holes but i can't ever get out of this skin
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
Vessle.
My clothes are a social kind of hide, a public naked when i come home stripped, sort of alone i can get out of these fabric holes but i can't ever get out of this skin
(c) Brooke Otto
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Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 12:31 AM UTC
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