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Renae Oct 2015
The **** is so thick
It is impossible to clean now
It has caked onto the walls
Sickening as it is
When you see it you close your eyes
Still it is there and you now know
You know as soon as you follow
Unfollow
It's now in your brain
Because without taste
It was in your face
Instagram ****

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