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she does not do kindness anymore the back of her head is made of atmosphere her eyes cannot blink she keeps staring at her thumbs her brain wants to get out throat and mouth and tongue is real you can't see her in black suits she wears green for a reason she does not do kindness anymore her legs are gone she lost it yesterday in a pond near her bed she can't swim too far her lungs are made of flanel and a stitch is enough enough for them to dive she does not do kindness anymore her neck is a cage and tongue is real
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
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she does not do kindness anymore the back of her head is made of atmosphere her eyes cannot blink she keeps staring at her thumbs her brain wants to get out throat and mouth and tongue is real you can't see her in black suits she wears green for a reason she does not do kindness anymore her legs are gone she lost it yesterday in a pond near her bed she can't swim too far her lungs are made of flanel and a stitch is enough enough for them to dive she does not do kindness anymore her neck is a cage and tongue is real
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:07 AM UTC
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