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so tired i sat on this silver chair that one i know there were strangers blood on  i could be sitting on a ****** scene  having dead old blood cell on my coat then carry that eventually onto my bed because my clothing rack is right next to my bed some dried dead strangers blood cells, they have a higher chance of having contact with my bare skin, then a billion more things
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
stranger's blood
so tired i sat on this silver chair that one i know there were strangers blood on  i could be sitting on a ****** scene  having dead old blood cell on my coat then carry that eventually onto my bed because my clothing rack is right next to my bed some dried dead strangers blood cells, they have a higher chance of having contact with my bare skin, then a billion more things
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 11:58 PM UTC
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