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I could be The best version O f   m y s e lf Without the mess In my head. It can eat A million threads, *Different colors, Different lengths,* But it would Never sew A   d r e s s . Coz thoughts, Are cloths, S c i s s or e d And   B u r n e d The only stitches You see Are made For my S a n i t y To W o r k
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
A Mess For A Dress
I could be The best version O f   m y s e lf Without the mess In my head. It can eat A million threads, *Different colors, Different lengths,* But it would Never sew A   d r e s s . Coz thoughts, Are cloths, S c i s s or e d And   B u r n e d The only stitches You see Are made For my S a n i t y To W o r k
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 8:14 AM UTC
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