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sleep

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Reads 327
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Parts 10
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Reads 327
Votes 17
Parts 10
Time 8m

russian_us-potato

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One with too little, the other with too much.
And ice cream coke floats along the way.

--Lowercase intended--

WARNING:
WRITING OF 0000-0700
TRIGGER WARNING FOR
SLEEP PROBLEMS
SUBSTANCE ABUSE
EATING DISORDER
DEPRESSION
VIOLENCE
SELF-HARM
SUICIDE/SUICIDE ATTEMPT
DRAMA
Ect
AND EXCESSIVE CRINGE (well to me, idk about you guys (:

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNEDAll Rights Reserved

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