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i cant afford the therapy i need so i take another drag of stolen cigarettes and lips that have no business near my sharp tongue. last year felt like you and i were the only 2 alive. this year i wish i could die on command
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
summer fever
i cant afford the therapy i need so i take another drag of stolen cigarettes and lips that have no business near my sharp tongue. last year felt like you and i were the only 2 alive. this year i wish i could die on command
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Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 2:05 PM UTC
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