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reckless driver and I kept riding shotgun we thought it wasn’t real life we bled and we didn’t notice stains or scars how special, we thought, to dream as two
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
reckless
reckless driver and I kept riding shotgun we thought it wasn’t real life we bled and we didn’t notice stains or scars how special, we thought, to dream as two
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Apr 18, 2020
Apr 18, 2020 at 12:16 AM UTC
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