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cramped and forgotten in my makeshift womb
Running nine miles a day, away from God's intent
THE SUPER MARKET?????????????????????
ARE YOU KIDDING MEEEE????????????????????????????????????????????????
No sex in a month.
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Anybody else.
And the bookstore.
First time i've left my house since the last day of school.
*shudder.
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Just bleeding like a polaroid.
|But all the drugs in this world won't save her from herself|
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Anybody else.
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Just bleeding like a polaroid.
|But all the drugs in this world won't save her from herself|
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Anybody else.
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Anybody else.
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