shayleyWhisper

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Self DestructI always promised you / I would destroy anyone / Anything

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Jul 12, 2013

My Mind at 3 a.m.My memories pile up / Like clumsy white clouds / Against a backdrop of pure blue

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May 25, 2013

UntitledDarling we are balanced precariously high, / And with feet as clumsy as a child's / I'm afraid we won't survive

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May 12, 2013

Hello PoetryVoting