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i can’t cook. i look at the pots the pans the silverware and they stand guarded, fearing the water the butter each other. they love their life of luxury untainted bodies parts that will never feel pain nor wear and tear. they want me to remain like this forever: hungry
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
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i can’t cook. i look at the pots the pans the silverware and they stand guarded, fearing the water the butter each other. they love their life of luxury untainted bodies parts that will never feel pain nor wear and tear. they want me to remain like this forever: hungry
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Dec 7, 2012
Dec 7, 2012 at 8:17 PM UTC
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