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Maybe my whole body is a compacted lump of doubts and expectations, ****** choices, and lonely words at 2am. Maybe that is what I am. I'm made of Fuck-ups, uncomfortable apologies, and stolen bubble-gum ***** carelessly beaten into a vaguely human play-doh masterpeice
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
Dough Girl
Maybe my whole body is a compacted lump of doubts and expectations, ****** choices, and lonely words at 2am. Maybe that is what I am. I'm made of Fuck-ups, uncomfortable apologies, and stolen bubble-gum ***** carelessly beaten into a vaguely human play-doh masterpeice
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:54 AM UTC
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