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[im_naive]

Alison with one L
points a finger at Boy Ashley
blames him
for the bruises on her arms.
Intubated harm.

She wishes she was out of Orlando
and back to Ohio
where, I guess, something happened right.
I don't know either.
I can't barely remember the last ten years.
I know where we met,
But I'm busy with the mirror.

Send my contact clandestinely
and worry constantly.