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she was more than a mother from all the cigarettes she lit made herself smother hopelessly, brokenness aside she became a violist that she love playing sad songs the strings were her wrist crossing the blade through her skin lastly she wanted the worlds beyond it so she swam through her tears and blood thought that they would never meet across the street, love made her grow
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
Of Violist and Wrist
she was more than a mother from all the cigarettes she lit made herself smother hopelessly, brokenness aside she became a violist that she love playing sad songs the strings were her wrist crossing the blade through her skin lastly she wanted the worlds beyond it so she swam through her tears and blood thought that they would never meet across the street, love made her grow
earl-dignos
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Dec 3, 2013
Dec 3, 2013 at 11:39 AM UTC
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