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The stench of white cleaning power clings to my already sticky, alcohol wreaking limbs ( Read more... ) -
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Smile, like you mean it ( Read more... ) -
It feels good to make the right decisions.
Monday afternoon at the end of the first month of the year which I am nineteen ( Read more... ) -
I never hear from any of you. Hello, is anyone out there?
The surf is pumping right now ( Read more... ) -
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If you wonder why I always use code to center my entires ( Read more... ) -
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No where close to perfection and even further from finding it ( Read more... ) -
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The spirit entered my body in the same form it arrived on the shelves, liquid love ( Read more... ) -
Being nineteen, no perks yet.
This is unnecessary, but I like things that way ( Read more... ) -
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It is rather warm outside, humid, sunny, kind of sticky sweet ( Read more... ) -
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Here I am, Thursday, early night ( Read more... )