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[parking_lot]

what is to become of this drought that has consumed my heart? where will i lie when these pieces fail to contain my broken body? im weary, and have been run dry. these things no longer come to me. it neednt to make any difference now, ive become that which can not exist a stranger any longer

i sat thinking today .....

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[__hotdamn]

i added you.