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apparitions and how they’re haunting: because I feel like I am scattered across plains as if my cortex was tossed into a disposal and shredded so all could have a piece of me to pick
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
My Friend Was Stabbed
apparitions and how they’re haunting: because I feel like I am scattered across plains as if my cortex was tossed into a disposal and shredded so all could have a piece of me to pick
katherine-paist
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Jan 9, 2013
Jan 9, 2013 at 2:09 AM UTC
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