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my blood press for time. so serious that i i felt myself panic into pieces. i thought someone stick its claws and gasp my heart.they said tendays it would be over. how over. how postive. many times i feel fucking full on love about the things i do. did. and many times fucking ability to twist the things i do. did. say. said. do. did. things which contradict myself.do you feel lovely? i dont. i need to get some superficial support.as time ticks away, i am sitting here moments after moments. songs after songs. replaying that same track. tell me i will get to le salon before 6. i seriously doubt so.
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