anonymous
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anonymous
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In my car-windows open. I'm dreaming of green skies and a flesh to eat. The mind can speak volumes here. My sprinkled hair and ruby lips. I can't forget my thoughts, they liger outside doctor office. The dream job has not lead to my happiness. My manager is distant and hard to reach, why I stayed here for 3 years... lead my nothing but anxiety and depression. The gods spit on me.. I have lost what I cherish the most... my lovely pear salad my best mate..