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i ******* love to hate me in the morning. its all red and white but ive inhaled so much second hand smoke i wheeze when i take it all in. i cant be pleased. a mosquito bite that moves when you find me, i haven't been satisfied since 2004 and i don't necessarily remember what did it either. theres a kid rock song on the radio and i blast it so loud i cant hear myself forget to turn away from the ditch on the side of the road. my glasses go first through the windshield. i dont remember much just that its quieter than the movies. morphine hypnosis and hospital food. im back where the hell all started. i ******* love to hate me in the morning.
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Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
sunset freaks
i ******* love to hate me in the morning. its all red and white but ive inhaled so much second hand smoke i wheeze when i take it all in. i cant be pleased. a mosquito bite that moves when you find me, i haven't been satisfied since 2004 and i don't necessarily remember what did it either. theres a kid rock song on the radio and i blast it so loud i cant hear myself forget to turn away from the ditch on the side of the road. my glasses go first through the windshield. i dont remember much just that its quieter than the movies. morphine hypnosis and hospital food. im back where the hell all started. i ******* love to hate me in the morning.
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20/M/canada
Jul 2, 2018
Jul 2, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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