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as a kid there's nothing like wasting away inside a tiny room sitting on the backrest of the couch looking out the window and seeing her tread through the rain a red umbrella covers her. Mother she's going back to the liquor store
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
for some of that artificial happiness
as a kid there's nothing like wasting away inside a tiny room sitting on the backrest of the couch looking out the window and seeing her tread through the rain a red umbrella covers her. Mother she's going back to the liquor store
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Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC
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