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PROCRASTINATING SUICIDE
What do I get up every morning for?
20080919
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"San Gabriel sale de la niebla húmedo de rocío. Las nubes de la noche durmieron sobre el pueblo buscando el calor de la gente."
-Fuck. I'll never be a writer.
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r.
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ya lo hiciste.
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appendix
a darker version
horses hörses jörses jöses
make sense who may
she switched off
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ya lo hiciste.
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