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habitual mourning for nothing in particular choking on rope for miles and miles and miles until i reached the frayed end just to realize it was anchored to nothing on the opposite size
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
the endless and never-ending
habitual mourning for nothing in particular choking on rope for miles and miles and miles until i reached the frayed end just to realize it was anchored to nothing on the opposite size
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Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC
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