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in a gas station in santa barbara you can think and wonder about the world in a house, on a mountain you can down a bottle of pills in an apartment in any city, any state you can chase beer with wine and follow with a chaser of scotch and ***** in any country in this godforsaken world, you can slit your wrists and hope to bleed to death. and it won't make a difference.
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
DEC 18 2011
in a gas station in santa barbara you can think and wonder about the world in a house, on a mountain you can down a bottle of pills in an apartment in any city, any state you can chase beer with wine and follow with a chaser of scotch and ***** in any country in this godforsaken world, you can slit your wrists and hope to bleed to death. and it won't make a difference.
very old. like, less than 6 months after my overdose old. almost 3 years old, i guess.
sophie-grey
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Jul 13, 2014
Jul 13, 2014 at 2:29 PM UTC
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