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Kirsten blew his head off, in front of me. and all I could see was blood on the wall and a feeling of happiness A feeling of pure Happiness It was sun kissed, hazy and warm ****** suicides Kirsten blew your head off In the bathroom With a shotgun. Why did I wake up?
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
I’ve had many similar dreams I don’t want to remember
Kirsten blew his head off, in front of me. and all I could see was blood on the wall and a feeling of happiness A feeling of pure Happiness It was sun kissed, hazy and warm ****** suicides Kirsten blew your head off In the bathroom With a shotgun. Why did I wake up?
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 12:46 AM UTC
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