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Aug 2015
Nails to keep me held high
   Looking down at what I love
Bleed me until i'm dry
        For every moment I lost touch
          I could never be your savior
      And truthfully its my loss
I know we look good on paper
  
              But I feel like I'm more at home on this *
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DaSH the Hopeful
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DaSH the Hopeful  23/M/Rome, Ga
(23/M/Rome, Ga)   
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