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I am hungry. If it weren't for toxicities, I'd swallow the change in my pockets. Will I ever fill myself? My expansions seem to be dimming. I will remain empty forever. My neglect is my biggest regret. I argue and I am prone to loss.
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
Black Hole
I am hungry. If it weren't for toxicities, I'd swallow the change in my pockets. Will I ever fill myself? My expansions seem to be dimming. I will remain empty forever. My neglect is my biggest regret. I argue and I am prone to loss.
I neglect my stomach like I neglect myself
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Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 4:45 AM UTC
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