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at one - undone

The mirror cannot differentiate myself from the crimson comforter i'm drenched in Mom never let me eat in bed and now i sleep in crumbs. The lucky spider lurking up the window sill will live on- A messy tangle that lacks serotonin is its savior tonight Scattered sacred sentiments screaming “She was something else before all this happened!”

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Date: 2/23/2019 6:11:00 AM
Oh, I am so here in the "relatability department". "Mom never let me eat in bed and now i sleep in crumbs" HAHAHA My mother who is a minimalist who never had two messy receipts in her purse somehow raised two packrats who thrive in wallering in a huge messy nest.
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