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I like street lamps
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School.
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I’m hiding from something I cannot stop.
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I miss home. Do they even remember me? Do they know what happened? Do they know what he did?
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Touch me till I vomit.
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It’s his fault.
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The dead trees cover the soulless husk of my body lying in the dirt, abandoned, unloved, forgotten.
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I love cats.
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The waves sounded so beautiful. I stood at the top of the hill looking down in pure bliss at the dark ocean below, if only I had known what would happen to me.
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I can still hear it sometimes, calling to me. It sounds like someone I know.
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Nose bleed aftermath
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