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[darkhaligh]

'Remember when I used to make you happy?' I am slipping stuck, me, this terrible flopping partner a curdle in crisis. What to say? I'm sorry. Everything, everything is slipping through your hands. And here I lay wanting. It isn't much, my thistles no love spur. Days ago I take 200 sheets of food service film and tuck the edges tightly around small

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[heavyleg]

i think you need to start writing in here again.