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Gravity, N. I Imagine You Saved My Life. And Then I Wonder If I'm Just Imagining It.

Sorry To Be So Cynical, But This Is New York

I Am Constantly Torn Between Killing Myself And Killing Everyone Around Me.

The Tenderness Between Two People Can Turn The Air Tender, The Room Tender, Time Itself Tender. As I Step Out Of Bed And Slip On An Oversize Shirt, Everything Around Me Feels Like It's The Temperature Of Happiness.

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