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you drink cocktails on wednesday mornings to feel the rush past your tastebuds telling your brain _this is good- this makes me happy- give me more_ i gave you my all till i had nothing left to give now you kept my heart got it stuffed and propped up on your desk right next to the post it’s and the stapler you stole propped up like a proud taxidermist showing off the new addition to the collection the rare one- it put up a good fight but _you_ you conquered in the end. proud trophy hunter _you_ are the animal.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
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you drink cocktails on wednesday mornings to feel the rush past your tastebuds telling your brain _this is good- this makes me happy- give me more_ i gave you my all till i had nothing left to give now you kept my heart got it stuffed and propped up on your desk right next to the post it’s and the stapler you stole propped up like a proud taxidermist showing off the new addition to the collection the rare one- it put up a good fight but _you_ you conquered in the end. proud trophy hunter _you_ are the animal.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
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