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you've got a box full of spiral notebooks in the back of your closet, in the attic, under your bed; every page black with scribbles of your despair and the words warped where the sheet caught your tears. are you fed up yet? |rh
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Nov 17, 2014
Nov 17, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
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you've got a box full of spiral notebooks in the back of your closet, in the attic, under your bed; every page black with scribbles of your despair and the words warped where the sheet caught your tears. are you fed up yet? |rh
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Nov 17, 2014 at 1:54 PM UTC
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