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Amongst these seething animosities, There's one amongst these, my favorite anomalie. I pine for just the thoughts of what I means to breath But sadly, I have to live in this reality. Don't stumble when you flee the dark. Don't wipe your hands as you rip my heart. Don't cry with my head in your hands. The tears are more than I can stand
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
Don't cry
Amongst these seething animosities, There's one amongst these, my favorite anomalie. I pine for just the thoughts of what I means to breath But sadly, I have to live in this reality. Don't stumble when you flee the dark. Don't wipe your hands as you rip my heart. Don't cry with my head in your hands. The tears are more than I can stand
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 4:15 PM UTC
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