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he promised me the stars how was I to know all he had was a pocket full *of GLITTER* SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) 2014 September, 2014
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
Deep Pockets
he promised me the stars how was I to know all he had was a pocket full *of GLITTER* SoulSurvivor Catherine Jarvis (C) 2014 September, 2014
I'm not talking money here. That means nothing. I'm talking empty promises of love. Going to bed now. See you all tomorrow.
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 2:11 AM UTC
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