12:10 p.m. - 11.04.03 - put it on her
this is a one time. this is a thing this is the way that they always wanted. and then there are cries so hard that no one can see. and you walk into walls and out windows. the burns at the end of the picture all blown up in every proportion that you can see. my lips are sour and there's no more. the clock's off and its already fourty minutes fast. can't slow it down don't want to. time is every concept and time is every..... wish wish wish.
i didn't know that it would turn red. didn't know that i would hear them run and crawl like babies that wouldn't listen. and a little tot couldn't play in this game
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