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wallowing in deepest **** cannot help after a while, your nose can't smell it and you get too used to what is abnormal even though I hate what you're suffering through, this heavy baggage which isn't all yours inherited I am here for you, commiserating in spirit I am here for you
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
commiserating in spirit
wallowing in deepest **** cannot help after a while, your nose can't smell it and you get too used to what is abnormal even though I hate what you're suffering through, this heavy baggage which isn't all yours inherited I am here for you, commiserating in spirit I am here for you
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Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
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