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You are my last breath the final pocket of air I keep buried inside before I die a martyr of the brutality of your love transcended and transfigured.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
Hurting.
You are my last breath the final pocket of air I keep buried inside before I die a martyr of the brutality of your love transcended and transfigured.
#love#pain#loss#hurt
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
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