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potted paints in tins glass water bottled dipped with brush's tip crouched at a baby table back hurting knees hurting hand hurting head hurting this is art watercolored spit is this enough for you of course not another cake but without cream my tooth lethal leveled sweet didn't even read fine print in the footer of birth certificate "may contain mentally sick" I'll die of too much sugar if not first by bullet to the head or any particular sharp edge this house takes anger and consumes it straight presumes hate don't touch me I don't feel safe with my roommates
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
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potted paints in tins glass water bottled dipped with brush's tip crouched at a baby table back hurting knees hurting hand hurting head hurting this is art watercolored spit is this enough for you of course not another cake but without cream my tooth lethal leveled sweet didn't even read fine print in the footer of birth certificate "may contain mentally sick" I'll die of too much sugar if not first by bullet to the head or any particular sharp edge this house takes anger and consumes it straight presumes hate don't touch me I don't feel safe with my roommates
04/14/19
sharky
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Apr 15, 2019
Apr 15, 2019 at 2:11 AM UTC
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