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Nothing they say is true; My body is but a graveyard where you bore ten feet down and burried my trust in men My body is a graveyard and I am haunted harboring all these dead secrets everyone seems they have forgotten inside me they are rotting The girl in the mirror, did she just escape a fire? Haunted by the burn of liquor Haunted by your searing fingers (twenty of them) Push me down harder Pry me open quicker I love the way it hurts
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
BURN / HAUNTED / INNOCENCE
Nothing they say is true; My body is but a graveyard where you bore ten feet down and burried my trust in men My body is a graveyard and I am haunted harboring all these dead secrets everyone seems they have forgotten inside me they are rotting The girl in the mirror, did she just escape a fire? Haunted by the burn of liquor Haunted by your searing fingers (twenty of them) Push me down harder Pry me open quicker I love the way it hurts
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 8:35 AM UTC
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