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Don't come over. I've gone into Psychosis & shan't wake up. I don't how long I'll be But it is not your face I want to think of. I swear this is not game nor reverse psychology! As I shout hysterically at the moon Who betrayed the sun for its perpetuating fear of noir. A shadow will write a prescription for all to be well. I'll take it twice a day, medicating this soul rambling to be let out of its cage.
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
A Letter from Freud
Don't come over. I've gone into Psychosis & shan't wake up. I don't how long I'll be But it is not your face I want to think of. I swear this is not game nor reverse psychology! As I shout hysterically at the moon Who betrayed the sun for its perpetuating fear of noir. A shadow will write a prescription for all to be well. I'll take it twice a day, medicating this soul rambling to be let out of its cage.
slutkin
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
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