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[dystraktdbyyou]

It’s funny how life contemplation often follows a night of Jager-flavored vomit floating in the back of your throat. The cool glass of the mirror does nothing to calm your head as you stare at the foreign reflection. You’re not that person you knew. You never were. You’re a facade, just like everyone else. This alcohol-tinged angst gets you

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[heartsdividend]

i am in love.

[dystraktdbyyou]

Hahaha. You like my brain spew.

[heartsdividend]

I really do. There's something about it. . .