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At night, I have a terrible urge to be sentimental. It's as if my insecurities are a Datura bud, lying dormant in the day, but flowering under the moon.
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
Datura
At night, I have a terrible urge to be sentimental. It's as if my insecurities are a Datura bud, lying dormant in the day, but flowering under the moon.
what a ******* joke that i would think to publish this
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May 10, 2021
May 10, 2021 at 4:42 PM UTC
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