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dickens might have complained how unlucky it was to be born, poor, helpless, friendless, body-less painless, my lies lie with my sins like white **** frost trying to warm my heart
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
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dickens might have complained how unlucky it was to be born, poor, helpless, friendless, body-less painless, my lies lie with my sins like white **** frost trying to warm my heart
jiminy-littly
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Jul 2, 2020
Jul 2, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
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